Often you surprise me,
you talk to me wisely,
I forget our age,
when I feel infinite
you’re here to ground me.
I fly
or I wanna try; I’m not static.
I sigh
and I wanna give up and die; “I’m a little dramatic.”
Back and forth on nights when the moon is gone,
manic energy when the lights are left on.
I try to clean, try to makeover my routines
I try and make peace with a new me,
the one I found at the end of
this new remedy.
Can you play a song and let me melt away
within its melody?
Leanna 