I try to start things
Unattached
Simple
Believing that if I set a pace
Those things can be as right
As plans should be right
And that I can leave
Whenever I want
But
Because
Aggregations that stop me from
What was once simple?
I have fallen
Deeply
Aggressively
Into this
I’m walking with two left feet
And time has blurred out the numbers
And arms that are stuck on 2 in the afternoon
Oh the Convenience of love and illusion
But then I blink and it’s 12
And I’ve felt too much