(Things will turn out just fine. Just fine. Just fine.)
I would like to say something gentle like “Go”
No, this is far too rough
Go is never enough
Prepare along the way
Don’t trust everything they say
If they won’t take the peace you give, take it back
Don’t take two changes of clothes or even a backpack
Fine. You’ll be fine
I always hated hearing it
And it doesn’t help in steering it, but
Fine. You’ll be fine
I just had to get this down for the sake of the day that I’m not around
Okay, Okay, I’d like to say something easy like “Breathe”
No this is far too painful
Coursing through your brain, you’ll want to speed it all up
But you can’t; you’ve slipped up
So you go spend your oxygen until it’s gone
Then draw it back in like a drowning man
And move on
Someday I’ll be gone
I hope the sense of my approval lingers on
Okay, I’ll say something wise then, like “Wait”
No this is far too easy
Would that life were breezy
What if someone needs you?
What if a knife bleeds you?
You can’t just sit around and wonder what to do
You get up, you get moving or you’re through
