Letting go to arrive in the moment
Instead of spending time trying to
Figure out if it was possible to be
Enjoying it or not is the opposite of being
Alive more like trying to drive all the time
Small town fame never was what
He claimed he wanted more about
Recognition for his art and connection
But the fact of the story telling timed
Out and running for the door he found
An entrance into another world that
Had nothing to do with celebrity or being
Known or being busy trying not to
Break the wardrobe or the code
A forest of questions and concerns
Too recognized hiding behind bushes
Writing letters on the curb he would
Never send but also stamps were
Overrated and the concept of waiting
For a response was so outdated
Not like texting which got the point
Across but couldn’t really be interpreted
Correctly because the tone was all wrong
In the other persons head what a
Ridiculous conundrum connecting
But not really just putting gas in the tank
Afraid to actually be the self that is
Trying to climb outside for fear that it
Would become too easy for people to
Leave again it’s so intense asking
People to show up and so much that
It makes the whole world no more fun
Thirsty for rollercoasters and getting
Less close for people to disappear
Or disappoint no need to get that deep
Just dance full sweep food and then sleep
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Poétique 