Scribbled Thoughts

Sinking into solid ground,

your meaning already out of sight,

buried where you can’t reach

so you’re forced to face

the world alone,

but all you can do

is stay crouched

and desperately claw

beneath your feet.

Schedule my movements,

monitor all changes,

signal the process

and confirm the end.

Consume all will

but lose all

sense of self

until the triggers

are meaningless…

and me.

Revival of the dormant,

the stale state triggered

to inhale a world

and widen the irises

of possibility,

revealing the little

you can control

but the vastness

waiting to engulf.

Chase the familiar

that dances out of reach,

morphing into extraordinary

and leaving attainable goals

behind

where you must stay

and remember the warmth

once wrapped

in a friendship.

Reminisce in laughter

at memories still fresh

because dust settled

before you revisited them,

bringing fondness to the familiar

and relinquishing control

over your incline to loneliness.

Day of celebration

designed for the individual,

yet all others

are considered and mixed in

until nothing is about them

and they are drowned

in the aftermath

and told to be grateful.

Lead them with a lie

but watch the trust grow

and grab onto the fabrication

so everything will be alright

and you can be a good person

for a little bit longer.

Reach across

and try to understand

someone identical in appearance

but alien in nature.

Who is the wrong one?

Who is real?

Will the one who loses

even matter

in the end?

Passenger status denied,

take control of your life

and steer the choices

you are faced with.

No more pretending

it’s not in your hands,

grab a direction

and run with all

or no regrets.

Tiptoe into security

and blend with the scenery,

watching a mindless task

that brings peace

performed by your everything,

reminding you that simple things

can cure a heavy heart

even on rainy days.