we let calendars, clocks
guide us through life;
deadlines breathing down
on our necks.
we try to fit into boxes
punch ourselves to fit into them;
but life doesn't do that.
life spills out,
it bursts at the seams.
sometimes it is so loud
sometimes so quiet.
life knows her way.
she knows all the roads,
the streets, the thoroughfares.
just trust her, just this one time.
keep away all your compasses, maps.
there's a certain madness that holds us
to be the people we are not
so much so that we forget who we really are.
so, dear, i can pause the time for you
forget where i even belong.
hold my hand and take me to
neon-lit streets, crumbling cafes,
the tallest tower of your town
just so i can give myself another chance
so i can find myself all over again.
Author's note:
It's so great to write! The amazing feeling of putting a fullstop at the end of the poem, oofff - AMAZING!
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