i wish i could forget
but when youre not in deep theres no surface to rise to
only a plateau to look back on
lined in landscape with all the moments that will never be the same
because half the perspective has changed
and once youve turned around
marching forward only takes you back
and backwards is a trippy journey
potholes filled with misconceptions
roots of tangled words and intentions
forces united to ensure
that you never feel the heat of a smile rushing through you
that two notes will never hit in time
that you have to realize youre not that special
never mind that, you are not special
you were an idea
ideas are bountiful but deceptive
its better to love from the mountains than the plains
but at least in the plains theres plain sight
no expectations