with a badge of honor and distress, i present:
MY LIFE IS A SERIES OF "DEBTS" & "BROKES"
A CONTINUOUS DINNER OF CONDIMENTS & BEVERAGES
(but only ever condiments and beverages)
HE YELLS, "I WANT TO BE BOHEMIAN AND
WANDER MAPS THAT HAVE YET TO BE DRAWN!"
I WHINE, "I WANT TO BE A HOUSEWIFE AND
TEND GARDENS AROUND MY LAWN!"
youth only knowing of itself, and it's families
and the books it read as a child, under the skies
seen above two separate climates, it hasn't died yet.
MY LIFE IS A SERIES OF "IFS" & "BUTS"
AND "YOU'LL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH"
A CONTINUOUS INFINITE ELIPSES OF
TALENTS NEVER TO BE NURTURED.
he says, "...the world wants to yield only melancholic men,
with idle, passive hands."
i cry, "and yet instead we would choose to bleed out,
for one ounce of pure direction, unobstructed by influence."
with eye contact made & held,
so it goes for a minuscule moment...
we are future heroes.