Impertinent?
Sometimes.
I see my confidence tremble.
Smart?
Intentions fall short.
Good plans aren’t juicy fruit
And you can eat without guilt.
Brave?
Hiding behind metaphors.
More meaning, less truth.
Skin cut above the temple,
sharp gravel lodged in my right knee.
They were only words.
At midnight,
I cut off the oxygen to my beliefs
so, they don’t spill into other minds.
To ask?
For something?
For nothing?
Maybe calmly drift
with the wave.
When my listening fails
the language becomes nothing
But a dense fog.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
Impertinent?
Sometimes.
I see my confidence tremble.
Smart?
Intentions fall short.
Good plans aren’t juicy fruit
And you can eat without guilt.
Brave?
Hiding behind metaphors.
More meaning, less truth.
Skin cut above the temple,
sharp gravel lodged in my right knee.
They were only words.
At midnight,
I cut off the oxygen to my beliefs
so, they don’t spill into other minds.
To ask?
For something?
For nothing?
Maybe calmly drift
with the wave.
When my listening fails
the language becomes nothing
But a dense fog.
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