18 Days
I decided to take a trip
Riding on air’s ship
My destination is shrouded in confusion
No one can agree whether its real or just an illusion
I’ve done some research and it would take 18 days to get there
It’s a place of no return so I make sure everything is square
Before I depart
And as I start
On my journey I feel hesitant
Like there’s some chain on the leg of my pants
So to escape my fear I jump right in
On day one I remember a story about a pen
This one I took from this girl
And the way she made my head twirl
I think about why I never said anything to her
But I don’t regret, no time to wish I were
More social or bold
Where I’m going I won’t be cold
From inattention
But on day six I marvel at the suspension
Of my mode of travel
I’m surprised nothing has started to unravel
I guess its the simulated darkness of my eyelids that puts me at ease
Or maybe the warm embrace of the summer breeze
By day ten I know I’m past halfway
And I realize there are things I didn’t say
To those I love, explaining my journey
To a higher place, “higher place” they’d probably say that’s irony
I hope they at least try to understand
My motive for seeking access to this uncharted land
The true difficulty of my trip sets in at day fourteen
I feel as though I want to scream
But I seem to have no air in my lungs
Weird, just a few days ago it was a different tune which I sung
At day seventeen I realize that the 17th was the day I was born
A day I won’t see again, the thought leaves me torn
Was this trip a mistake?
Doesn’t really matter, it’s too late
Day eighteen comes and I meet my destination with a mixed response
Mostly physical reactions to hitting the surface of the water
Bones snapping as my decision haunts
What’s left of my mind as it reaches out to that girl to tell her
It was me who stole her pen
Who just wanted some of her attention
But none of that matters
I’ve reached the end, where my body shatters
A fate my mind has already suffered
Speaking of minds, I bet yours has buffered
And come to the realization that these days
Are in fact seconds, and the trip is just another way
To say
That I jumped off a bridge
Hoping to find release
Or maybe peace
That’s a question I’ve left for you to answer
Its your job to find a cure for this particularly fatal type of cancer
Because I never figured out how to beat it