finding myself
the most full of wisdom
at the most inconvenient times
when all I can do is find myself
preaching some sort of
self-assured ideology
the kind that others
around me
become victim to
whimpering to the moon,
try to find someone worth swooning over,
not really feeling the hang over,
the aftermath of the other night,
like my mind is somehow putting up a fight,
trying to withstand the upper-hand,
trying to understand my emotional bearing,
the very thing that keeps me afloat,
some might call it my inner boat,
the one that keeps you pushing,
sailing towards something bright,
the kind of thing that just feels right,
not always knowing whether to go north or south.
But drifting, just drifting with a plane in sight.
I haven’t really written in awhile, and I feel that it’s not necessarily a good thing. I think I’m going to try to integrate it more into my life.
“Malmo” - STRFKR
Oh you were the captain
you couldn’t fail
sink to the bottom
with nowhere to sail
no more distractions
nothing to hear
keeping a distance
over the years
How might one go about answering this?