09-21-2025, 04:34 AM
Nestled in every layer of life,
do tired eyelids try to linger and can’t?
Does “becoming” collapses into a commodity
owned by the happiest hand
in constant demand?
Do the most easily accepted people
have jokes that don’t land?
When you realize that the morphed-you moments
aren’t in the mold of right, wrong or planned.
The paper portrait of “who I am” develops etches
that are imbued with almost enough glass.
Only reflecting your uneven selves
breaking down your primordial dam.
It’s paged, printed and pinned,
until you realize that you imagine yourself,
more than you are or have been.
That true growth stands somewhere between
a cage of forever enacted interludes,
and an ocean of “I understand”.
And it dawns that invisible worlds of escape
came from rocky grounds where
the sturdiest people stand.
do tired eyelids try to linger and can’t?
Does “becoming” collapses into a commodity
owned by the happiest hand
in constant demand?
Do the most easily accepted people
have jokes that don’t land?
When you realize that the morphed-you moments
aren’t in the mold of right, wrong or planned.
The paper portrait of “who I am” develops etches
that are imbued with almost enough glass.
Only reflecting your uneven selves
breaking down your primordial dam.
It’s paged, printed and pinned,
until you realize that you imagine yourself,
more than you are or have been.
That true growth stands somewhere between
a cage of forever enacted interludes,
and an ocean of “I understand”.
And it dawns that invisible worlds of escape
came from rocky grounds where
the sturdiest people stand.