I took a lot
I’m not as ready
As I thought
That I would be
Sure and steady
Recall the spot
Where passion’s
Murmur wrestled me
I can’t keep
Waiting
Can’t stay quiet
Is there a way
Anticipation
Could design it
Build a bridge
Architect
Myself an overpass?
Empty my mind
And then come back
When will the engine
Be on track?
This catwalk
Is the happiest
I have been
Sticks and stones
Ringing phones
Materialistic
Buzzing zones
I’m not ready
To let it go
I’m not ready
To return
A viaduct
For compromise
Break ground
Begin
Meet me again
Behind the outskirts
On the tightrope
Past the fence
Of acumen
Meet me again
Where motivation
Makes amends
© GÄ
Poétique 