i wish i were as sanguine as the tide that travels across my ankles,
and as seamless as it's translucence when it's sitting still.
yet the bridge between heart, mind, lips, and soul
has been so badly burned by my own confusion,
that when someone asks me to simply speak
a voice i can't recognize emerges from the ashes.
i spend the mornings making trouble
and the afternoons tripping over thin air.
yet when the stars fall, and the moon rises,
and i'm staring at the ceiling while the rain pours outside,
i realize none of it was really me at all.
i promise myself that tomorrow it'll change-
that i'll create a cord which connects me before
but there isn't enough time to untangle myself
because life moves fast
and i must act.
