By Micah Rodriguez
Loving way too fast
Another way to lie-
My lack of last
Moments run by
Chains I’ve torn from seven miles deep
I feel alright.
I’ll be alright.
Next stories to be told
And forty days go by-
I lost my mind
Feelings feeling cold
Way too old for younger doors
And nothing new.
There’s nothing new.
My compass always spins
Spin n’ spin-
When will it be?
Will I be dead?
Living the dream?
I live in my head.
How could I north?
I’ve always been south.
Couldn’t do west, but never the less-
My life is a map, my mind is the test.