Paradise.
You See It—
I see—
And that is why we will never see it together.
Paradise.
You See It—
I see—
And that is why we will never see it together.
No matter how far you’ve gone,
Regardless of how many steps you’ve taken.
One more is monumental.
It is smaller than any of the others but it triggers,
Self doubt, worry, paranoia, panic.
Not the fear of failure but the fear of failing to succeed.
Fortunately success is the only answer, option, and possibility.
Escaping the cell,
Ascend into the pursuit,
Feeling lit, be free-
kiss free-
love free-
ask free-
look free-
drink free-
dance free-
smile free-
-End Free-
These lanes only go left.
This light only allows you to turn when it’s green.
The birds do as they please, chirping their laughter at you
As they are free; free to go east or west, free to go north and south, no restrictions can ever be placed.
The birds can not allow it.
Why, why exactly should you?
Is it better to be on the inside or out?
The fog suggests greater warmth within, the sunlights hints of substantial beauty on the periphery.
To have both is impossible, each ruins the promise made by the other.
It is not merely a matter of which path, if only it could be that simple.
You might be surprised to find both can work. Neither is permanent.
Much like your perspective.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience