There could be a reason
A treason, to
why my body doesn’t grow
as my mind is stuck in the past
sucking on what’s there
when there’s nothing
in front of me

The rose blooms slowly
in front of my eyes
down at my feet

I can’t seem to pick it,
just not quite yet
my body’s bones are
so stiff, they can’t bend very well

What brings the darkness into
the sky, is what lies ahead
and what lies in
the moment, so sweet and specific

The rock-like pressure that comes
with growing up, and
the laziness with my mind
as I am walking on the path
of everyone else,
where I want to walk
on the path of my own

The stones on this trail
are burning my bare feet

I know what they think
it hurts, though I know it shouldn’t
but every moment that I am awake
I get hurt by something
Words—so sexy, so seducing—
they leaves mouths with
Such savory lisps

When you worry of me
it hurts me so badly
but when you don’t care of me
it hurts ten times stronger;
i am picky; i can’t find what i want

This body of mine, this
body,
stays so still in dark clothing
and somnambulates
where-ever it walks

They lick their lips
and whisper to
Grow up, and
Get out,
but they can’t hear my
heart pounding, as
I am scared, I am lazy,
I want to sleep for another day
live in my dreams

childhood eats itself too quickly
if only the child knew that
he would spends all the minutes
running, laughing,
as ahead of time
the rose will become of his seed

I can’t drive a car,
I’m
sorry because of that—
I know it’s
too late, and I’m too old
to behave this way
and I’m too young
to behave this way,
but I’m scared, I’m lazy,

I want to sleep for another day.