A lot to say, have said almost nothing
a lot to feel, but I couldn't allow
surfing on the streets
trying to make life excited
on eight wheels
writing
trying to make it poetic
paper, rock, scissors
but it hasn't been that easy
no one told it would
and I am thankful
for opening my eyes
everyday
filling my lungs
everyday
emptying my mind
sometimes
because, after all,
it would be such a waste