PART I
I’ve always wondered what it’s like
what it’s like to be part of the other side of order
the other side of right. The other side of perfect.
who’s to say I was any of that ever, anyway?
my whole life has been centered around expectation.
my whole life has been centered around calm.
who is to say I was any of that ever, anyway?
now that I think about it, when have I ever been who I wanted to be?
when have I ever done what I’ve wanted to do?
when have I ever gone wherever I’ve wanted to go?
when have I not projected my dreams around the concerns of a man?
instead of a man projecting his dreams around the concerns of me?
i always say sorry. i always cry. i always give. what’s it like to not give a fuck?
what’s it like to do what I want to do
and go where I want to go?
what’s it like to be expectation’s antonym
and calm’s antagonist?
i want to visit the other side of order sometime
maybe that’s where I belong
maybe that’s where I’ll move on
maybe that’s where I’ll learn not to give a fuck.
