The Gap In The Writing

The welcome depth in white
Pulls on the strings
Tugging until sleep bellows
And if the heart wants
What the heart wants
Why can’t mine decide

It’ll laugh a little
And sit back on haunches
A potential energy
In waiting
Bound to use every fuse

It’ll knowingly wreck
And strip bare
Any thoughts found wanting
Any thoughts needing answers
It’ll rip apart the plans and stare
Into a gap in the writing

Where the buzzwords and cliches live
Where the reality gets ignored
And the expectations
Take over
And force a frogmarch
Down a path never asked for

So I’ll live a lifetime
In a foggy phase
With no directions
Or decisions made
And I’ll play at the role
Agreed by everyone but me

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