The truth is I could fall forever
continuously losing my breath
as I see the water approaching.
Its a matter of whose at the bottom
waiting to catch me,
swim out,
carry me ashore,
push me off the edge again.
It's all about what you do with it
whether or not you ride through the rain
around the bend
even when it seems your tires won't make it.
How long until I'm yours or mine
what can I be in the meantime?
Besides endlessly falling
And I still don't understand
what I am besides in transit
Who I'll be when I stop running from myself
Everything else, and everyone.
Maybe that's what everyone here is,
sleeping on bunkbeds,
showering in cold water,
singing songs at the kava circle.
I've realized it's what I don't want to be
I don't know how to escape it.
I've been down for a few days now
I don't mind it down here,
it won't be long until I'm up again,
laughing downstairs with the married and old men
Rereading words written on the other side of the world
memorizing the tone of his voice,
and what those words mean.
I'll catch myself eventually
even if it's only in a dream.
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