Look,
I was in the walls for days. I saw:
-Faces
-Lizards
-Refractions
-Eyes
-Frogs
-Pyramids
-Prisms
-Reflections
-Demons
And shadows of myself.
I was a form in the shape of a body
Made up of millions of crawling bugs.
Ok, I imagine
myself as able
But I fail to step over
The same
River once
Ok, I guess I am swept away
I unwillingly sibmit to the human fray
Is
Letting
Go really the only
Thing I can do? Or
Is there a bridge just
Beyond the horizon?
I think giving up will throw me into a
ceaseless pit of self hatred due
to my unyielding determination
No
That's not right
I meant my unyielding belief in my own truth
If I am
wrong
On this one thing...
Thank God for writing
I can see how I've progressed!
Oh, how I've progressed...
Thank God for writing
I can look back and physically see
All that hasn't changed
Pete and Repeat were on a boat
Pete fell off and wrote a poem
This is endless
I will lose so much of
it I
wish I was
more organized!
I will be!
This is the change!
Same things in new old formats.