It’s hard to focus.
to find my locust.
Turn off auto pilot
find a new drive
that’s mine.
Try new things.
Test new limits.
Relive my teenage freedom,
fall back into bad habits.
and out.
I’ve learned how.
I know my demons well.
Leave the door open,
so they can come and go
as they please.
Thank them when they come,
send them a plate home
when they leave.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
It’s hard to focus.
to find my locust.
Turn off auto pilot
find a new drive
that’s mine.
Try new things.
Test new limits.
Relive my teenage freedom,
fall back into bad habits.
and out.
I’ve learned how.
I know my demons well.
Leave the door open,
so they can come and go
as they please.
Thank them when they come,
send them a plate home
when they leave.
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