I know you think I’m delusional
And maybe I am
But I have enough faith in passion
To inch out onto that tiny branch and leap
There is a small chance that I could fly
It goes against all logic and wisdom of humanity
But I have dotted-line wings
And enough raw depth to enjoy the decent
If it is, in fact, inevitable
It’s the same stupidity of my forced insomnia
And hopefully it will have the same effect-
Intense focus despite my hurting eyes and shaking bones
I’ll thrive with my dumb decision
Just as I always have
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