all this time i've wandered
waiting for the answer
to fall out of my mouth.
cement me where
i should be,
north/west/east/south.
but life hasn't been one
to take me by the hand
& show me where to go,
it's more like a flooded river
and i'm moving opposite of the flow.
my memories are a mess of misses,
guesses & goodbyes,
and my presence is a reminder that truth
isn't as pretty as lies.
moving has me
so distant from
myself
taking all the roads less traveled,
& i'm untied from a lot of things,
but now all i feel is
u
n
r
a
v
e
l
e
d
.
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