I’ve learned
Life is grey, not black and white
We dream in color, but we end up in that
84 by 28 patch of dirt in the worm-holed ground
Dreaming of the dull vague color of our lives
I’ve learned
that if a tornado swirls through your little hometown
and uproots your house through that baby blue sky
you put on that little black dress the next day
and put on your shiniest smile
like you’re the leading star in Broadway’s premier show
I’ve learned
people always leave
even if you stay on the cold floor and beg
until your tired knees are
Black and blue from the stained hardwood floor
I’ve learned
that the sad feeling never departs
you’re stuck in the impossible labyrinth
Tripping on unyielding stones that leave
Lines of scarlet like height marks on a door
I can say that I have learned so much
Have I really learned anything at all?
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC