Where will I go?
In this bluster of a solution
I'm aching for the urge to cower
Back down from my mission statements
Go forth without a decree
Permit myself to breathe
It's going to be fine
We're going to go far
Whether we're on
This continent or that
I've got people powering my journey
*
Searching for a site to interrogate
Searching for the recognition
That could make it all worth it
Searching, trying to accept the tragedy
Only so much remedy
To go around
Accept dissatisfaction
As a near-constant state
I cannot be stateless
There will be a rule of law
Interesting how I fear disintegration
My own personal slavery
Where I am the owner of my own captivity
Traumatised by glocal misogyny
I sought relief from the harshness
I sought perspective and space to build my dreams
I still seek this so-called indulgence
But less frequently share said dreams
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