It's Ok To Drift

burning my path the same path

 always the same the words flow 

and the same pain grows under the guise of care for self

 i sit in shame and lie about my health

 still gripping onto not willing to let go

 i am really here my life left on a shelf 

just another dream not for me

 couldn't be mine  

 impossible for me 

when did i have such hope ? spewing hypocritical statements breathing them in letting them flow again

 the apparatus is full and i am just blowing bubbles in the sea of self 

clouding my image

 what image is there i am just sea taking in all not holding form on my own

 need a container maybe a new mask or bucket one without eyes opaque like me or completely translucent just like me a new sea to wait in waiting for what i do not know

  

maybe i am just waiting for the end of this show

 close the curtains soggy and wet i am sticking to them clinging with dear life

 for what reason this i do not know but i am stuck all the same something forced me inbetween not letting me have my long awaited curtain call

 a difference in curiosity maybe if everything is formless maybe for now it is okay to drift 

covering everything with my translucent screen and letting things get trapped inbetween 

maybe i find somethings stuck in between the gaps pieces for a image 

so i can remain outside of this stasis catching stars 

and opening my eyes letting the haze spill out to be swallowed by my sea 

take on these new things as a part of me 

forgetting what i once thought was there and becoming my own cup a singularity holding shape on a whim 

or maybe it okay to just be the sea...