Shaken

There’s some things I can’t get away from. Wherever I go, there I am. Following paths has me lost. My musings is confusing and been bruising my jaw. Losing the plot while pursuing what’s the tension of knots. The flaw, is I’m caught in spots where I ought to stop and not try and step outta the box. But if I wanna see my musing’s meanings, something that I got to do. I’ve been through lots of school and I learned that I know little and’ve less to lose. My shaken path is breaking, may I save my back past a lap or two. May my tremors cease and stability speak to me comfortable. Or tolerable. Some things are helpful and upsetting, but some pains are optional. I turn to paints or ink to make something great that helps dissolve these obstacles. I can’t shake what’s possible. We can’t escape the ground, can’t escape the sky. Cuz even when we’re far away, we have to try. We sink or swim. We travel time. We sink or swim. It’s to live and die. sensing We can’t escape the ground, can’t escape the sky. Cuz even when we’re far away, we have to try. We sink or swim. We travel time. We sink or swim. It’s to live and die. sensing So yes I’m shaken, I done hit the ground. I think I landed face first, I heard laughter all around. It was profound because it hurt me but I couldn’t help but laugh too. Does that make me strong or an imbecile? Is a sense of self a weakness of my ego or its pinnacle? If only it was simple and my chest could rest. If only I was little and I had more breath. If only I had solid edges like a blade, not a cage with confinement I made, but a sharpness molten metal gave. That’s what burning brang. Too, my shaking. Oo, it sounds like breaking. I hope it don’t mean integrity is fading. There’s always a come down. Gravity calls. You best believe that your body picks up. Ain’t no denying it’s claws. Ain’t no outrunning its draw, that is the physical flaw— your spirit’s rooted. The sea and sky are not congruent. Yet we must learn to love both and travel through them. We can’t escape the ground, can’t escape the sky. Cuz even when we’re far away, we have to try. We sink or swim. We travel time. We sink or swim. It’s to live and die. sensing We can’t escape the ground, can’t escape the sky. Cuz even when we’re far away, we have to try. We sink or swim. We travel time. We sink or swim. It’s to live and die. sensing