what stops me



they spoke

i listened

did not understand

chose to be distant

i spoke

they did not listen

chose to hear

the other voice in the distance

alone with millions

never understood

hungry so many

when there is an abundance of food

on one’s own

as the sun descends

close doors

claim no one understands

what stops me

from knocking on your door

be honest

i would like to get to know you more

make art

go on a mountain retreat

disrupt a life of

wash rinse and repeat


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