the shadow self wants to dance

i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere a storm brewing inside i’m darker i’ve sailed these seas before repetition becomes habit take me back to simpler times an early childhood memory just one day when i didn’t allow myself to be consumed by ruminating i collect my thoughts after time i realize the tea is hot, and it makes me anxious and that i’m really just a hoarder a collector knows what she likes to collect to hold onto what’s fallen behind you can kill you i don’t want to be stuck, but how does one move forward? some days i wonder why i envy the pretty sunflowers to be authentic is a destination the shadow self wants to dance the land though the wardrobe i’d like to see it one day I’ve stopped caring if the world likes me with age comes a ‘no ****'s given’ attitude red mohawk punk rocker girl i don’t think about you too much try hard, or don’t try at all either way, the end is coming