two concepts
dance around
in my mind
from time to time
the first one is
secure
small towns and
familiar faces
streets with grass
growing in the cracks
and parking lots with
the footprint of my
disintegrating shoe
pressed into fresh asphalt
streetlights that
come on to let
me know it’s time
to go home
a soft place
to call my own
the second one is
romantic
intriguing and scary
traffic and lights
and people and buildings
that fight to reach
into the clouds
an unfamiliar city
with corners and caveats
to explore for the first time
lights that never
burn out
restless crowds
to fade into
as soon as someone
learns your name
two very different thoughts
both equally
concerning in
two very different ways
complacency or
out of place?
i refuse to give
myself an answer
or maybe i’m afraid
to let myself wander
but a third question
knocks on my
skull and
lets itself in
and i can’t help
but wonder
what does
five in the morning
feel like when you
can’t see the sunrise
casting shadows
on empty fields?
does the world still
find a moment to
release its breath
before the day begins
when the city didn’t
even sleep the night before?
what if i don’t
belong here?
which outcome would
leave me least misplaced?
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
two concepts
dance around
in my mind
from time to time
the first one is
secure
small towns and
familiar faces
streets with grass
growing in the cracks
and parking lots with
the footprint of my
disintegrating shoe
pressed into fresh asphalt
streetlights that
come on to let
me know it’s time
to go home
a soft place
to call my own
the second one is
romantic
intriguing and scary
traffic and lights
and people and buildings
that fight to reach
into the clouds
an unfamiliar city
with corners and caveats
to explore for the first time
lights that never
burn out
restless crowds
to fade into
as soon as someone
learns your name
two very different thoughts
both equally
concerning in
two very different ways
complacency or
out of place?
i refuse to give
myself an answer
or maybe i’m afraid
to let myself wander
but a third question
knocks on my
skull and
lets itself in
and i can’t help
but wonder
what does
five in the morning
feel like when you
can’t see the sunrise
casting shadows
on empty fields?
does the world still
find a moment to
release its breath
before the day begins
when the city didn’t
even sleep the night before?
what if i don’t
belong here?
which outcome would
leave me least misplaced?
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