Apprehension wrestles anticipation
packed up goodies
leaving work to get lost
questions roll around clouding vision
routine has only just settled chaos
and now, this
am I ready for it?
6 long years of nothing this festival resembles
6 long years of aggression, depression, relentless
6 years of undermined angst
6 years passed, at last
I am all this secret garden is
walking splendor between trees
all people
eyes open
free
more love, drugs, hugs, dreams than can be spoken through cracked pursed lips
for
no-one here is your enemy
no-one here is your enemy
no-one here is your enemy
I start to believe
Maybe
Just maybe
I am
ready
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