ohheyian

I don’t know what freedoms I could put into verse
or dreams I could speak into reality
“putting it out into the universe”
like hailing a cosmic taxi
or petitioning your omnipotent representative
“excuse me, please make this all better?”
just echoes around and back as instructions
to speak truth into a few words
would be to share how many times a day
I go back to the same words
like “to hell with this”
or “why would I try again?”
“nothing is real, I can’t feel”
The least hopeful line from a song
blasting in neon lights inside my head