i dont think about it
i just drown myself in work
im not thinking about it
i just drown myself with words

I apologize mom

that I do not care about the future

when listening to jazz

I write another poem

I find the desired peace

Please do not tell me
You love me
Because that scares me so much more
Than loving you
Ever could

we're stuck in the past,
going back.
reviewing history
unattached.
we need to rebuild,
we need to enlight,
we need to spread love
and be one with the light.
we need a clean slate,
to set a new sight,
to know its alright.