Roaming aimlessly, you don't know what you're looking for, but you know you're going to find it.
Walking backwards, you can't see where you're going, but you can feel it's the right way.
Trailblazing down concrete streets, you don't have time to stop, but you take in everything as it is.
Skimming across a tightrope, you won't look down, but you know what's waiting if you fall.
Venturing, you aren't very brave, but you don't have to have courage to have a good time.
And when you get home
you'll be all alone
humming the sound of your own footsteps.
I love the last line. Kinda reminds me of the feeling I get every time I bus home.
ReplyDeleteI really like the "contrasts" between the first and second halves of the sentences. And yeah, the last line is awesome.
ReplyDeleteThis is so gorgeous- how do you even write poems like this? All of my poems are haikus about my obese cat...
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