this daily paralysis
has left me stuck in the same chairs
following the same routines, with the same fiends
the tingling in my feet has kept them
from moving too far forward
toward the infinite goals i’ve set for myself
as i stand, distracted from the “big thing coming”
praying that this thing is more than one big nothing
as i wait for the hurricane in a land of tornadoes
none of it seems real to me
in my far-off fantasy
but as i extend myself to seem as normal as the next one
i live a life entirely different from those closest to me
waiting for the moments to pass
waiting for them to slow to my pace
and when they do
i will glide alongside them
whispering with the wind, that i am…
and have been, a regular all along.
for long enough, to trick the regulars.
and, if my last song, is better than my first one
then i’ll know that i did something
that i was supposed to do
and if the eyes i’ve searched for, for this long
will find me under moonlights,
under different city’s streetlights,
i’ll know that i found what i was looking for.
before i leave here, sooner than i arrived
with memories i’ve made which will keep me alive
as will the hearts touched, that brought me,
everything.
as the sun shined into my eyes out through them
it was perfect. and…it was worth it.
