rivers flowing
full of
hiding in corners
but in plain sight
picturing
all i can do.
waiting for something
anything, anyone
things to pull
to gravitate
to push me
further or farther
away.
feeling flighting
fleeting uncertainty
a wish to come home
but home is no one
and home is no where
for me
fighting to stay afloat
in a world filled with
life boats.
trying to keep up
with all of you but
i can't help
when it's sink or
swim.
trying, i guess
to do something more
to escape this pattern
this boring routine
this incessant
on and on
nothing.
haunted by hope
by time and memory
by future, by past,
knowing nothing will last
i am waiting, always waiting,
for something.
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