Pisaries Creator

As a one-day explorer as those before me that didn't perish
after a few months of toiling the soil and praying for sunshine.
They closed their eyes and dreamt of better days ahead.

The frigid air sliced through my clothes because I didn't 
think properly that morning. I haven't been in this kind of weather
for a while and yet, it's more than a familiarity. 

This taste for living halfway in discomfort and opportunity 
has been ingrained in my psyche from long ago. What flows freely 
in my veins is something I will never extrapolate from my ancestors.

They lived in a different time and the place remained similar
enough to know what's the truth around me. I've never been 
that far gone to jump into waters that would spit me out.

Denial and rejection are those experiences to stay forever,
but I am not that desperate to desire a one-sided outcome.

My numb fingers and chilly toes I think belong to my hands and feet. 
The brutal wind stopped affecting me hours ago when nighttime
crept upon my red nose and untouchable chin.

Five missteps in a city of historical variety I would love to call home.
It's a comfort for someone like me and a place of never-ending motion.
I closed my eyes and will dream of returning once again.