every day,
tireless,
towards the place
that slowly,
slowly,
eats me up
I always sit
facing where we just passed through
like I'm facing my past
every day,
consistently,
I see the same houses and trees,
just like I always see the same part
of what went wrong
but I never know
where I took the wrong turn
where it all went wrong
but it still changes
day to day
week to week
month to month
and year to year
the leaves fall down from time to time
adding more or less colour
letting me see more or less details
and the clouds change
the light does too
as the people around me change
letting me see different sides to it
sometimes I sleep,
escaping it all
the loud voices
inside and out
mostly I listen to music
so at least the outside voices go silent
and if the music is loud enough
maybe
the inner voices will go silent too
for at least one moment
letting me breath
and giving me space
I barely move
it won't change the train from moving
or going another direction
so why should I waste my energy?
but I wanna see other houses and trees
so bad
see how it could be
if I took the right turn
but is it really my fault?
YOU ARE READING
babysteps.
Poetryrandom thoughts that enter my head throughout the days which need to be written down to keep me from getting too wrapped up and now I wanna share them.
