justwrite 7 february

where do you want to be when the sea shakes its head and says not you i want that one instead and the faces turn to your place in the line and it's fine with them but you want to whine out why but to cry in the face of fate is well too late at this point and so you wake up and try another dream and the one i had last night tightened my mind to the edges twisting on a rack tracked through my temples worshiping the disorder in the sordid corners bowing down as the long-gone gong strongarms the silence into sound and in the category of attention the sleep is not worth mentioning so it's try again and scan the darkness for a new channel and when i started to write this i was feeling lighter and the night much farther away but a little drained in between it seems and the themes of tomorrow's sorrows lean in but i push back packing them away asking them to stay in their suitcases in someone else's shoelaces all tied up and no time for these lines to interfere the clear steering the steerage passengers the natural disasters along for the ride hide their faces this time and apologize for the tries to spy fear in the clear eyes of day but i'm again on my way and i have no use for mistruths at this stage at this age this game i am the same as i have always wanted to be