Thoughts like
Burned toast,
Or life itself —
Dark around the edges.
In search of the unknowable,
Blindly sailing
The middle-distance.

However generous they seem —
Value not those acts
Which cannot be repaid
But with money.

No mercy for those
Weak, like me —
Grant us
Our due punishment.

Tingling sensations,
Unfamiliar instincts
Kicking in —
A prelude to discovery.

Celebrate each small step.
Praise every little miracle.
Even tiny blessings count —
Inch on.

Destiny, self-promises —
Wait for them
To come to you
And die to see them
Unfulfilled.

Anything worth having
Should also be
Worth losing —
You cannot have
The sweet
Without the bitter.

Credits
Will not
Do fine.

Job, not duty —
Modern-day survival.
Nine-to-five hunting/gathering,
Zombie days
With zero fucks to give.

Heritage worn proud
Like an armor —
Something nothing,
No one
Can ever change.

Do not fool yourself.
Despite the praise,
You are nothing special —
A mere setting sun
Dressed in pretty colors
Until nightfall.

Solutions made of
Empty changes —
Cyclic issues,
Trading places
In a never-ending dance.
Round and round we go.

Walk the thin line
Between bravadoes and dont's —
Take life as it comes.

Fallen victim to a truth
So poetic, it hurts —
No more than I desired,
So much less than I deserved.

Top of mind
At wits end —
Where the forest
Meets the plains.

Racist.
Sexist.
Dentist.
Humanist.
What is this void
You are so desperate
To fill?

Forced to grow up
Before I knew
Who I'd become.

Forced to
Start healing
Before I was
Done hurting.