Freeing Yourself
what if you could free yourself
really free yourself
what if your life depended on it
because living free is the only real living
one day these tendrils of me that I tried to
keep tame
tried to categorize and organize
and put in boxes and files
will float out
will become their own beings
will not be part of me
because they never really were
and so why do I spend my short days trying
to make sense of them?
when instead I could live,
really live
I could just feel as much as I can
while I’m here
while I’m here
and I can let it all float back to the stars
when I leave.