The Abstracts of Life

I could lay in my bed and stare at the stars through my ceiling.

I could kick my toe, at the corner of that wall, and watch it bleed.

But, who cares?

See, I’ve lived my life hiding behind

The shadow of who and what I’ve wanted to be

Never truly deciding or deciphering where this road my take me

Might it break me?

Take the risk

Or it never will

You’ll never have the chance to build,

the chance to fly, the chance to dream,

the chance to reach for the sky line or the finish line

Can you see it?

But they’ll say, “Oh no, you’re running to it?”

Well, run from it.

Be serious

Be creative, be imaginative

Be realistic

Up and down and around and around

You go back and forth in your head

Indecisive, love, happiness, strife, and

Starry-eyed

You stand in your spotlight,

Finally

After years of uncertainty and hardwork

Burns to the third degree

Higher or lower

Lower or higher

It then seems like everything begins to slip passed you

Through your fingers and then it’s gone

And then it becomes chaotic and you can’t stop it

Once you can’t stop it, then you can’t see

Then it becomes cloudy, and you can’t breathe

And over and over the cycle once again repeats

Indecisive, love, happiness, strife, and starry eyed

But, what point in this continuous cycle do you tell yourself to

Breathe?

Maybe the running wasn’t worth it

Was the hurting ever worth it?

And what happens in the end, when nothing is clearer now…

Not even the opaqueness

I could lay in my bed and stare at the stars through my ceiling.