I just want to sleep until it feels better.
sleep until the scars fade
lean backward in time
’til everything is fine
This ache, I’ve assuaged it.
with change and excitement
always seeing a golden age just up ahead
never now
I know the pattern, but still find myself wondering:
Would I be happier if x?
Would I be more fulfilled if y?
Z is making me unhappy.
The variables? They don’t matter.
Constructed, one and all.
I try to sort them out before
asleep, to sleep,
I fall.
Learning to be me 