I imagine myself being many things

I am a bomb

waiting to explode

when I explode

I do nothing but damage

I am a clock

ticking by the second

you’re waiting on me

to move on

I am the wind

drifting by

you may not see me

but you will feel me

whether you like it or not

I am a feather

dropping softly

waiting to be noticed

as I

F

A

L

L

I try to fly

but I am alone

reality hits hard

I am nothing

maybe you do not wait on me

maybe you do not feel me

maybe you do not see me

maybe you do not notice me

because I am

nothing

empty

blank

color me in

feel me up

make me something

make me special

make me love.

 

 

 

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