This is how I stunt my growth.
Complacency and ignorance,
Sloth is what runs through my veins,
Worrying so heavily
What weighs so little,
How change won’t come cynicism
rocks my brain
Creates some thoughts, devours things,
has nothing to be shown or seen,
Appreciate close to enough, but missing:
The spread of love,
Threat of disease,
Desperately not wanting to share sickness with who’s kissing me,
The sun rises, I sleep through (“Tomorrow will come, I don’t need proof.”
books hidden in the library,
How all my friends are really doing,
and the decent state of my well-being.
Sweeping declarations I’ve made but never followed through,
But there are some ways that I can grow.
Being suspicious of most everything,
Quick fixes that can hold water,
Watching long before I see,
Knowing all that’s popular isn’t meant to be,
but with undertones of confidence,
Not fighting the water – letting it flow,
Choosing all my words deliberately,
and expecting close to nothing.