Different Eyes

There is nothing I enjoy
So much as being lost
In an unfamiliar area
With unfamiliar faces,
Not knowing how to return
To my safe, secure home
And knowing
I only have to keep moving.

I am someone else—someone new.
There is no pressure to stick
To my usual safe, secure choices.
My eyes are now widened, taking in the world
Rather than narrowed in speculation of it.
I can see things now from a different point of view
As a different soul, seeing, feeling—
Experiencing it.

My mind is refreshed and cleaned
Of the sorrow and hurt that clouded it,
The impressions and experiences that altered it,
The hatred, vengeance, and distrust that distorted it
In a former life
As a different person
With different eyes.

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