There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day...
Resolutions…
Resolve to…what?
To quit?
To resurrect a lost friendship on the debris of nostalgia?
To save? Yourself, or someone else?
To laugh more?
To buy less expensive shoes?
To buy more expensive shoes?
To heal?
To break?
To travel to the places less-traveled?
To travel to the places well-traveled?
To take more photographs in blackandwhite?
To leave?
To stay?
To crash? Into whom?
To make decisions?
To be willing to have some decisions made for you?
To try?
To stop trying?
To remember, and to forget?
To learn how to bake sinful-chocolate-cake?
To persist?
To desist?
To resist?
To be less Penny Lane?
To be more of someone else?
To be yourself? Alwaysalwaysalways?
To see more of your grandparents?
To dance more?
To destroy that which is comfortably numb?
To preserve that which is comfortably numb?
To start?
To conclude?
To be pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie?
To leave the dark cold hotel rooms?
To stay focused?
To stay distracted?
To face the music?
To escape?
To walk the line?
To not fear the endlessness anymore?
To love the wheel of love, life, and laughter?
To chase?
To flee?
To get a tattoo? Finally?
To locate the appropriate song for death?
To whirl and freewheel?
To savour?
To speed up?
To slow down?
To search? And find?
To be the storm? And the anchor?
Let me be empty
And weightless... and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight...
