sun-eyed girl

hey, my sun-eyed girl

future's a folly but you made it anyway.

the planner who fucks any afterthought

potential prism unlocked. time-

won't move for hesitation

nor lists of expectations. bottled in

your finest and trashed. how's that?

spewing bright into good ole nights

and you still haven't left for a wider life.

maybe mystery frightens you,

so stop, here, my dear. surrender to

being master of none.

there's hooves in the bog

and lucidity in your chewing gums.

stop here, my dear, and listen.

future's a folly but you made it anyway

some days wax on meaningless

but at least you're unchained

to any particular thing cause

fuck behaving.

a life worth living is the one with

calm steps on the pavement, simple

pointless destiny. you've made it,

so be free my sun-eyed girl.

prompt; write to your future self in a new way