Kind of in debt
And behind in rent…
And the bets I took
Take long to bloom yet
The house is a mess
And I feel overwhelmed
I keep feeling lost
And mostly blinded
With nothing to lose
Yet proud and guarded
I started sleeping right on the floor
It makes me feel ground and more in control
Maybe but anyways, that is not the point that I’m trying to make
Funny enough, I’m trying to say
Despite all of this, I still have a home
Some walls with a roof to hide from the storm
I still have a dog who loves licking my armpit
And sleeping besides me when the space is fit
I have a woman with red hair, bit younger than me
Choosing to stay, she invites me to lead
Waits for me to learn this intimacy thing
I still gave good friends and eyes to see sunsets
Hands to write poems, feet that can dance
Ears to hear music, a belly with food
It’s ****** sometimes and it gets to my mods
But still I am blessed and wealthy and good
And growing my way though at times confused
Charging or walking, trotting with my lance
Ink on its tip, my horse is cadence
Feeling behind like every 24
Yet that makes me listen more to my soul
“Sometimes you need fire to forge out control
Then water to firm up your new kinder form”
I thought I’d be bigger, that’s what I was told
Feel cool like playing the next big rock song
But I feel like a kid the more I come along
It’s more like a breeze and ducks on a pond
Can’t say I hate, it’s quite a nice font
To write my life in while it’s being reborn
But anyway, yeah, I don’t feel that poor
Although I am changing and it takes so long
I catch myself praying and grateful and wow
Maybe the prize is just being right now
This kind of becoming someone while being
Unclear to both future and past ways of living
Cause nobody knows when this lacking ends
But it’s already fading inside of myself.
_M.
5d ago
May 28, 2026 at 8:13 PM UTC
Kind of in debt
And behind in rent…
And the bets I took
Take long to bloom yet
The house is a mess
And I feel overwhelmed
I keep feeling lost
And mostly blinded
With nothing to lose
Yet proud and guarded
I started sleeping right on the floor
It makes me feel ground and more in control
Maybe but anyways, that is not the point that I’m trying to make
Funny enough, I’m trying to say
Despite all of this, I still have a home
Some walls with a roof to hide from the storm
I still have a dog who loves licking my armpit
And sleeping besides me when the space is fit
I have a woman with red hair, bit younger than me
Choosing to stay, she invites me to lead
Waits for me to learn this intimacy thing
I still gave good friends and eyes to see sunsets
Hands to write poems, feet that can dance
Ears to hear music, a belly with food
It’s ****** sometimes and it gets to my mods
But still I am blessed and wealthy and good
And growing my way though at times confused
Charging or walking, trotting with my lance
Ink on its tip, my horse is cadence
Feeling behind like every 24
Yet that makes me listen more to my soul
“Sometimes you need fire to forge out control
Then water to firm up your new kinder form”
I thought I’d be bigger, that’s what I was told
Feel cool like playing the next big rock song
But I feel like a kid the more I come along
It’s more like a breeze and ducks on a pond
Can’t say I hate, it’s quite a nice font
To write my life in while it’s being reborn
But anyway, yeah, I don’t feel that poor
Although I am changing and it takes so long
I catch myself praying and grateful and wow
Maybe the prize is just being right now
This kind of becoming someone while being
Unclear to both future and past ways of living
Cause nobody knows when this lacking ends
But it’s already fading inside of myself.
_M.
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