I'll Get Down One Day
Awoken
the sky out my 2nd floor window
was the most peculiar shade of blue.
It was actually purple masked by fog
and it eerie-d its way into me
tempting me to believe perhaps the world was ending.
So i prayed to God that moment
drowsy and tired and fell back to sleep
but I-
I had doubt whether I was doing everything in his favor
and doubt whether I should do favor to everything for him.
I'm a freewill baby
with religious dependencies.
And I don't know where this is going because soon after I dreamed more of being on a spaceship with those I care for, and continually living in the great unknown, living like I do today, searching streets and opportunities- like stars.
-Matthew Koutzun
1 comment:
"searching streets and opportunities- like stars."
This made me sigh. I think it was the searching streets. Roaming, wandering...but always searching. Here's to finding something, someday.
And, 3 years of this?
We should do some joint poetry.
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