Free verse, stream of consciousness, not sure what it means, do you?
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They say I live in the moment but I call it short term memory
My anger is strong but short-lived
They say I’m chill but its cause I’m used to the cold
Did you know,
My finger lies between the divide of coincidence and destiny?
I dance along it’s edge with my thumb and fore finger, pinching
How close is it?
On the tight rope of uncertainty
My heart pounds at a steady, glamorous beat to which I match my footsteps
My thoughts bounce off the walls of my head, heavy like a metal ball
They call me the Pinball Wizard
Where am I?
I’m looking out the window as the cars go by and people walk
Somewhere in the middle, a one way, like Metcalfe or Laurier
A perfect place to people watch through the window of this coffee shop
The barista calls my name
Who am I?
I’m consumed by multiplicities
and all of the directions that things can go
All these people and their feelings, stuffed in buildings, in this city
and mine mix in like radio waves
They say I live in the moment but I call it short term memory
My anger is strong but short-lived
They say I’m chill but it’s cause I’m used to the cold
Tomorrow I will forget
But today I will reminisce
