I step up,
I step down.
The beat in my ears compels me,
every step is an ensemble.
Sometimes I pause.
I try to stay in limbo,
on a different plane
where the only thing that exists is atmosphere,
for as long as I can.
I sense kindness
coming from the rail,
I pick up notes rising through my body,
they say the journey’s worth it.
My skull vibrates in a way
I cannot say,
I suppose it’s joy.
Like the smiling face of an animal
or the happy routine of nature,
the stable presence of mother.
I have many faces
for all the different places I appear,
it can be hard to know if I’m truly there.
I convince myself I’m being real
but it’s not always true.
I think about what to do,
I listen to music.
There’s education, there’s advice,
there’s pleasure, there’s motivation.
When I hear it,
I want you to know what I’m thinking,
I want you to know what I’m feeling.
The euphoria I get from every piece of life
does not equal the times
when I see your eyes aligning
Even if I can’t meet them for long.
When I thought
what I thought
I wasn’t wrong.