Just Trying To Get Away
09/18 2021
Was I arriving somewhere, or was I running away?
All I really knew was the rain hitting my forehead,
Dripping, and me on my way to the fitting
Of a part I hadn't auditioned for
I just got it because I look like Tim Burton
When I cry, or scream about teenage woes
But hey, I keep on going forward on those dark streets,
And remember the tones echoing from my empty bedroom.
Because silence plays a bigger role than we think
In how we decide who we are going to be.
I silence my silence by the hum of a distant drum
Mercury blood dripping from my ears;
At what stage will I listen?
Do sound waves propagate in space?
On better days I dream away to worse days,
When having you hands shake is actually excusable;
When I am allowed to cry and to be comforted;
When nights are full of hopeful silence,
Possibilities and possibilities alone.
Better days can sober even the most drunken man
Because what more horrifying thing is there
Than a mirror to ones own potential?
I as you don't care to find out.