i don't have the answers
for i am young and untried
afraid of failure
and the uncertain future
but i am full to bursting
of ideas and half-formed thoughts
unmade realities
that i twist around my tongue
and when i spill my mind's creations
my idle ideations
into a shared fountain
mixing my worlds with those
that belong to another
the water turns a myriad of colours
and together we might filter
the river stones from the gold
so perhaps /i/
don't have the answers
but maybe /we/ do
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
