I feel like the leaf outside.
Blowing everywhere but not settling,
I can’t figure out how to settle.
I can’t figure out if I’m just supposed to go along for the ride
It seems lazy and unproductive.
It feels right but it seems wrong
And I feel like the moon.
New and hungry for my potential to shine.
Perhaps I should drink tea
And read books and just wait for something to come to me
Wait to drift down and know.
Now tho I’m just riding the wind