going home…
return to what?
anxiety riding me;
fear of old habits
and the unknown.

the first step,
the choice to live.
let it all come.
it has been made,
no reason to return.

the illusion remains;
polarities pulling
in every direction.
attachments binding me
to my paranoia.

residual fear.
nothing to be afraid of
but the illusion
in which we live.
lonely old man
has never been alone.