thoughts for the afternoon
313/06
Somewhere between 13 and 30, you find that things aren’t so right and wrong.
That there isn’t this line you cross between black and white,
And that there’s a lot of hopscotching through these water-streaked marks.
And that people aren’t “in” and “out”
But rather here and there on this multidimensional map.
I’d like to float closer to the grey than the black
And take my time getting back to the tints,
While still dabbling in the shades.
People aren’t all good or bad,
I learned too late with parents and family;
They’re ideas aren’t all left or right.
Maybe that means that I don’t have to be either.
A friend mentioned that he doesn’t need to be with someone to validate his existence.
Perhaps that’s what I never grasped I was searching for.
To say, “I exist here and now and I want to be paid attention to.”
Needy and childlike, I’ve been searching for someone who can do for me
And allow me to do for them, instead of just seeing how people fit together
In in this impossible 3D puzzle-with a faceless unfinished picture.
As though at some point all will be “right” and done,
And we can sleep lovely, soundly in our cotton beds,
cool breeze, 73 degrees, fall afternoon.
Somewhere between 13 and 30, you find that things aren’t so right and wrong.
That there isn’t this line you cross between black and white,
And that there’s a lot of hopscotching through these water-streaked marks.
And that people aren’t “in” and “out”
But rather here and there on this multidimensional map.
I’d like to float closer to the grey than the black
And take my time getting back to the tints,
While still dabbling in the shades.
People aren’t all good or bad,
I learned too late with parents and family;
They’re ideas aren’t all left or right.
Maybe that means that I don’t have to be either.
A friend mentioned that he doesn’t need to be with someone to validate his existence.
Perhaps that’s what I never grasped I was searching for.
To say, “I exist here and now and I want to be paid attention to.”
Needy and childlike, I’ve been searching for someone who can do for me
And allow me to do for them, instead of just seeing how people fit together
In in this impossible 3D puzzle-with a faceless unfinished picture.
As though at some point all will be “right” and done,
And we can sleep lovely, soundly in our cotton beds,
cool breeze, 73 degrees, fall afternoon.