it to be

Life gets me like...

It comes knocking every once in awhile

it demands, reprimands, brings a giddy smile

an excited numb

It craves contentment and rush with every fiber of being

it lets me know I’m not seeing

shows me what I’ve become

It squirms, jitters, itches, and aches

it betrays all the fakes

full of wanderlust topped off by lonesome

It stirs imagination-- wild, peaceful, free

it is I and I wish to be