Here I am up again, thinking.
Late night coffee, same old story.
Only two beers, but coffee I’m craving.
Fuck, I need to get my shit together,
I think I’m in for stormy weather,
Ugh, I have to get it all together.
I have to be an adult,
Sooner or later.
Preferrably sooner rather than later.
I mean, sure, I’m quite messed up,
Longterm therapy is on the cards.
Fighting myself
But I should be fighting for help.
But it isn’t an excuse
To stagnate.
This is not my fate,
Just an actual phase.
An inbetween state,
While I mutate
It’s not too late
For me to close that gate
Behind me.
I’m more than the sum of my past,
A human with some janky parts.
But it’s all here, still chugging away,
Rusting but taking it day by day
Rusting away but it’s okay.
I’m temporarily corporeal,
We’re all here for just a little while.
So thank you all for reading my prose,
Be it funny, sad, a little bit morose.
You all are amazing, so human and cool!
Just keep being you.