I am.
I was.
I will be.
For life is a seemingly endless spin of a tire
and I am not setting foot off this road
But wanderlust aches in my bones
(I have been reading for much too long
and where the mind goes, the body aches to follow)
I live in motions
of ups, downs
of leapings and falling backs
but mostly a state of constant
constant somethings, constant somewheres
I am words
stretched too far on a page and not far enough
for my mind an intricate weaving of long forgotten threads
too many instruments for one track
I slip up, fall
over for the ideals that exist in my mind
on the page
the fingertips of poets slipping better ideas than mine into mind
idealist: (an endless flow of thoughts that I have made for the sake of movement)
a picture perfect scene that never plays out
I live for
I am alive. my lungs breathe in heavy
with existence and awe
For I am a collection of shapes
without much forethought
beyond the necessary parts
scattered freckles that have never bothered
and too small hands wrapped around concept at the throat
big eyes that observe far more than
one should
I am smaller than the thoughts I think
bigger than the life I hold
back, afraid to step forward
but leaning forth in desire
for the world begs my attention
to which I am much obliged
I have never been one to seal the cap
on my overflowing edges
I am profound
the secret hidden spaces of my
hometown
(which I didn’t much like in the first place
but keep tucked into the breast pocket
for when the nights feel far too long
Yet I,
emboldened by the fonts that I set away
inside my suitcase-mouth
for a better moment,
am questioning and
curiosity
(of the cat killing type)
and a general sense of loss
when it comes to understanding the nuances of
acceptable conver-
station waiting and not taking off fast enough
for my itching feet
too tight in my too big shoes to
fill
with all-too-common teenage angst
words ringing in my ears and I leap
bound
over the brink of my front steps.
I was.
I am,
and I will continue to be.
as long as my tire spins
over a road too short for the distance I wish to travel
but I am learning.
to accept the condition
because first and foremost
I am human.
