ScholarSHIPS
It depends on the day
Whether I feel the need to prod myself for an innate thought
I bask in the inane shallowness that is myself
My eyes still sting when the saltiness of the sea washes into them
I juggle and shift my past memories around trying to rearrange my dissatisfaction
I honestly do not feel anymore
I wanted it all--------
Ennui engulfs the days
The placement of eyes seem to bug on these days
They do not match with my nose
I want eyes to see me how I want to see me
I sit in the stagnant phase
Knowing only of one catalyst to start the movement
I could have it all--------
As I compare myself with other beings
I find myself lost in a field, even if I am not drowning
Ghostly beats remind me of a similar beat I carry, but
They are not the same
There is me and there is them
Across I view but progress with masking strides
Becoming synonymous with the tides
In the comprehensive sea I see nothing but a lack of strategy
My shoulders are locked and knees fixed
I could cry, but that is Fruitless,
Hoot, Hoot
I still do carry myself well, whole
I know they say not to lean on others
But you offer the support I need
I do not love
I feel pride, and I commend in this ubiquitous storm
My selfishness is no longer apparent
Altruism was my goal this whole time
I’m in this ocean alone, but I do have a raft
It is fine
If I do not have it all
Thank you, I’m fine