who are you [choosing to be]?
meditations on living/dancing in the moonlight
I write poetry. I write songs
more than that, I write music
not to instrumentals
but the motherfucking Universe.
I tell her how much I love her, and she listens
she understands. and, you know what?
fuck this bullshit
she loves me too.
who are you choosing to be?
we have choices:
daily, hourly, minute-by-minute
groundhog splendour,
resplendent delusion.
you see, we
can’t a/b test
the everyday adventure
but that makes it all the more
special and important.
can’t ‘know’ what or why, so
give up trying; focus on
something a little more important.
friend, what the hell are you going to do with your life?
your magic, your art, your fire.
I see you and I feel you and I know you as I
know and love and see and feel and grapple with
myself.
don’t sell yourself short.
decide who you’re going to be. then, be that person.
J U S T B E
everything else can wait.