Sometimes I thrive.
It surprises me and then it goes away.
The way you say, ‘I’ll do it another day.’
I know where I’m going, but I don’t know how long until I’ll get there.
Why does change feel strange?
Living in laughter with the changes.
Two years past seventeen, they told her she could be a queen.
Just gotta keep it together.
Too wound up to wind down.
Too wound up to kick it.
The inspection of futures that we once projected. Self-reflection.
Did we act our age?
Live it out after all the changes.
Two years past nineteen, they said he could be anything.
Just gotta keep it together.
Too wound up to wind down.
Too wound up to kick it.
I’ll do it another day.
Living in Laughter (10/2017)
