there is this itch
in my brain
constantly trying
to steer me
in the wrong
direction
as i try
to find my way around

there’s a whisper
in my ear
breathing softly
and telling me
what move
to make next
and it’s always
so difficult
to decide when
to listen

how many things
in this life
have i
been missin’?
just because i
thought
i was
being
“good”

i often
live in the clouds

i’m up there
in space
floating above
everything
i try to know
but being
unable
to reach it

i’m always either
too high
or
too low
and there’s so much
that i’ll never know
or touch
there are
countless places
i’ll never go

but i hope
that
at
least
once
you can be
something
real with me
so we can experience
life
and
dreams
and tangle them up
into one
in the same
making up
our own new name
for what it’s like
to be a “person”
in this world