When life is askew
It’s impossible to back down
Tripped up by all the actions
I could have done better
Differently holding on
Too tightly for what is
More memorably correct
Wrapped up in the
Stranger unknowns
Feet stuck to the ground
Brain says move
Go go go
Follow the thought
Stranger still time spent
Left undone on the
Porches of people that
No longer call us
But think about us
Sitting on their couches
You can feel it even
Miles away
© GÄ
Poétique 