the fool's journey
how long will I let a pattern be a pattern
how long will my senses be awakened by the scent of a cycle that’s never served me
why do I give the same answers to the same questions
how long until I ask another fucking question?
how long can happiness last if it is conditional
how long until I burn out
i’ve felt so much at once and suddenly nothing at all
how long until my vices lose their potency?
and then life studies
i don’t believe in a universe that would test me
but I believe in a universe that prepares me
and watches intently as I maneuver through the obstacle course of becoming
i’m getting better each go round
i’m consulting the voice inside, I think she’s been here before
she seems to know what she’s doing
she’s stronger than me
she’s braver than me
until I surrender to her lead and find it was my strength all along
it was my bravery all along
i’m several distinct women all boldly at once
my shadow isn’t lesser than
she holds my fears, she holds my precautions
but she doesn’t hold me
it is my choice who I want to be;
all I can do is act accordingly
and expect a life that loves me
i step as I’m guided, and the path illuminates only one stone ahead
do I spend my time still, fixated on what I hope awaits me?
or do I take the next leap and find out for myself?
the fool’s journey
many timelines set on the same hour exist at once
it is within our own power to stay on the highest possible one