Tell me something, boy,
don’t you ever wonder
What could be
if dreams weren’t a void
after all these years?
Aren’t you getting weary
walking that tightrope between
mundane and crazy,
so immobilized by change you can’t
even take a step forward?
You’re too petrified to
fall.
Tell me more
other than you love me and need me.
I need more than words
to disassemble these stone walls,
to intrigue me into
crawling from my darkness.
Give me scintillating eyes of an ocean
where crashing through the surface
doesn’t feel so much like drowning.
Tell me all you envision;
about crevices of each city
you’d explore if you could.
Why you immure yourself from the world,
even when I tried giving you mine.
I’m merely treading shallow waters,
longing for waves so massive
there’s no swimming back to shore,
coruscating waters,
sunsets of watercolours
smeared across the abyss.
Tell me something:
don’t you ever long to disenthrall
in hues and stars and passion?
I dream it. All-night discussions,
spontaneous dancing,
adventures in a great nowhere,
something so electrifying you know
you’ll never feel that way twice,
the escape from mundane life
in this boring prairie town.
And I’ll tell you
I want to run.
I want more than mediocre,
more than mindless twattling,
weather talk while the only
thing to do is drink.
I want to feel alive sober,
to free fall beneath blue-green waves
not knowing where the surface is.
To dwell somewhere that has no name,
so damn lost I don’t
know my way home.
I’ll reveal to you
that after falling, I want to fly.
rise again from this wreckage,
against a vespertine of fire,
knowing the waters below
unfathomably deep,
will only catch me next time.
I want the unknown to be my safety,
so that my heart never wastes
another beat merely wondering
why I’m still alive.
Tell me something, boy:
doesn’t that sound good to you?
From my new poetry book on Wattpad.
