I wish reality was physical so I could hit it back,
Sucker punch it in the mouth,
Scream in its face.
How dare it take my time away?
How dare it dangle my passions in front of me,
Separate them into paths,
Then say I can only walk one way?
My soul burns too bright for my body.
I have to take out some of the tinder,
But I kinda wish, kinda want to
Just burn up.
It'd be easier than playing duck-duck-goose with my passions
Chasing one around and around when I might not even catch it
And passing the others up completely.
I want to do everything.
I want to inhale theatre and exhale animation.
I want to rise with writing and sleep with song.
I am struggling, I don't know if it's possible
To just choose one.