The world is your oyster…
How often we look up and out…
fresh air is a motherwelcoming you back home.within moments, you fall asleep on her couchto the swan…
Here I am, walking around in circles,Confusion in mind, actions becoming more reckless,I have no identity nor life,One wrong move…
⚠I go to say somethingBut instead of coming outWith the apparent easeThat it does for othersIt gets lodged in my throatI try to clear it…