My poems never seem to rhyme anymore
And all my music seems to sound the same
And not that it's bad at all
But I think I need a change
It's just a habit I guess
I've fallen into myself
Been so busy developing my identity
And forming ways to cling to it
That I've let the world pass me by
Now I'm stuck writing the same poems
That never rhyme
And listening to the same music
Walking
Or sometimes running
Down the same paths every morning
Reading the same book over and over again
Except in different forms
Failing at the same plot
Over and over
Falling asleep every night
Just past midnight
Eating the same sandwich at lunch everyday
Realizing that my poem has become more like a list
Or a run-on sentence
And it's only poetry
Because I hit the RETURN key over and over
At random times where
I think it
Might be randomly effe
etive to ma
ke the reader pause
For some random reason
Maybe I think someday I'm going to make a difference
It's just that
I've done the same thing for years and
Nothing
Has
Happened.
Here I go
Off to the same summer camp
With the same people
Playing the same music
Over and over again
Eating the same disgusting
GrApEfRuIt
For breakfast
Writing randomly every night,
Except it still all sounds the same
And playing random combinations of notes that all seem to end up sounding familiar
Finding someone pretty to talk to
And sometimes about
Just to spice things up a little
Just like I always have
Not even expecting that she likes me
Or that I like her
But it is quality entertainment
And dealing with the same doubts I did a year ago
Saying the same jokes
And introspective thoughts
I say all the time
But this is fun I guess.
I just
Don't
Have
Time
To
Think
So I feel a little better about myself.
Oh. Hello.
I wasn't expecting this
Why do you actually seem to be interested
In my personality
Instead of the one I have fallen into
Every day of my life
For the past 16 years?
Why am I actually interested in yours?
Well this ruins everything
I was ready to say goodbye
Why does it have to hurt so much now
Ah the tears
I'll miss you all
But I'll get over it
In fact I'm already over it
That's why I'm crying
This is nice
I don't remember how nice this was
Something must be different
Something must have changed
I'm not tied to my identity,
For I have become it
And I can act in kindness now
I don't need to be tied down to introversion
And I can hear new music now
My sentences sound different
You like how they sound?
Really?
I don't know what to say. I never really appreciated them myself. But thanks
And now this is a new world
It's colorful
I've missed so much
But no more
I've figured myself out
It's just
I still miss you, and that wasn't part of the plan
You must not be like the others
If I still miss you so much
So if the universe
As I have always expected
Is not incorrect in its intricate
And intimately beautiful
Weaving of our lives
I know for certain
That someday
Someday, whether it is sooner than expected or takes its lovely time coming
We will surely see each other again
And when we do
Everything will have changed
