poem
Town Center Rooftops
(the between, again)
Have you ever tried to love a wild beast?
While you hold tightly they beg to be let free
Always left alone with the choice try harder or let them be
Thinking that solving the dilemma would be the missing key
I was once told to not open my eyes too wide—there’s certain things you can’t unsee
At the age of fifteen standing on a rooftop, I thought I understood so I agreed
Another skyline, another place in time, another hour spent looking down at the concrete
A full circle moment in time that still manages to feel halfheartedly incomplete
Looking back— some of my most important moments happened looking down at the street
Lost somewhere between the skyline and looking down at the ground beneath my feet
Basking in between chasing a win and carefully avoiding inevitable defeat
The truth is a lot of things, but more often than not it’s not known to be discreet
Hovering over the line that allows relief instead of a too long withheld scream
A repetition of trying to outrun the statistics of someone from my scene
How much time was spent trying to make sure that my life didn’t fit the standard theme
Keeping myself safe from a world that never wanted me to be heard or seen
Like a thread that spent a life trying to escape from inside of the seams
It all comes back to me underneath the stars— the tugs of a long lost dream
I somehow always find myself lost; tucked away inside moments of the between
Wisdom I couldn’t yet grasp as I stood on that roof at fifteen
“Don’t open your eyes too wide, sometimes there’s things you can’t unsee.”
While you hold tightly they beg to be let free
Always left alone with the choice try harder or let them be
Thinking that solving the dilemma would be the missing key
I was once told to not open my eyes too wide—there’s certain things you can’t unsee
At the age of fifteen standing on a rooftop, I thought I understood so I agreed
Another skyline, another place in time, another hour spent looking down at the concrete
A full circle moment in time that still manages to feel halfheartedly incomplete
Looking back— some of my most important moments happened looking down at the street
Lost somewhere between the skyline and looking down at the ground beneath my feet
Basking in between chasing a win and carefully avoiding inevitable defeat
The truth is a lot of things, but more often than not it’s not known to be discreet
Hovering over the line that allows relief instead of a too long withheld scream
A repetition of trying to outrun the statistics of someone from my scene
How much time was spent trying to make sure that my life didn’t fit the standard theme
Keeping myself safe from a world that never wanted me to be heard or seen
Like a thread that spent a life trying to escape from inside of the seams
It all comes back to me underneath the stars— the tugs of a long lost dream
I somehow always find myself lost; tucked away inside moments of the between
Wisdom I couldn’t yet grasp as I stood on that roof at fifteen
“Don’t open your eyes too wide, sometimes there’s things you can’t unsee.”