Monday, January 25, 2016

day one hundred and eighteen : the ideal

future
is the thing
books & people
want 
me to focus on

growing up
every night
when i went to bed
that's what i thought of

the problem was
the story my mother always told
ended after university
with me
getting married

we
never planned
anything else



so goal setting -goal creation-
must come first
surely
they ask me
what do you want?
they ask me
what are your dreams?

part of me
wants to rattle off lists
i've kept in pockets

part of me 
wants to yell
there. is. nuh. thing. left. of. me! stop asking!

part of me
can't believe anyone thinks
i can even begin to think of any future
at all

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