The body is awake
but the mind is somewhere
but where is it?
There are no trails of breadcrumbs
to find my way back to the beginning.
No cruel mother or father to run away from
or blame my worst behaviors on.
There’s just the road ahead of me that goes for miles
and miles and miles and miles
and further more towards more concrete
So much gray.
It would be so much easier if it were just black and white
but it’s all houses made of candy with witches inside, hungry,
waiting, and even villains have learned patience, the one
virtue I have yet to find within me
that I had to tattoo it on my arm
but I look straight ahead
to miles and miles and miles of road
and what trails behind me
are unheeded signs and the remnants of loss.
The body is awake but the mind is
It’s not here amongst the skyscrapers
or the rain
or the fractured heart
that’s somewhere at the beginning