I shuffle and drag my feet as I go, reluctant to cast my old shell behind.
But please, don’t misunderstand me, lifting this weight off my shoudlers
Is more difficult than is apparent at first sight.
I could invite you to disperse my concerns,
Blow them off like a feather on my neck.
But you and I both secretly know life isn’t that easy,
And perhaps you are too embarrassed to admit that, deep down,
You enjoy me being crooked, unique
Me not being a straight line, not a perfect circle,
But rather dots, separated and isolated,
That only you can link
Perhaps you can’t admit that the freedom and carelessness I exude
Brings you peace
That you, unlike me, can only dream
Of forgetting all your memories, good and bad,
With the blink of eyelashes
But, I promise, this shifting identity is
More difficult than would appear at first sight
I will not lay claim to the expression,
But it was once said it “takes adjustment
Being so long a sail,
So suddenly an anchor”
And I trust you to appreciate this rare piece of symbolism.
Perhaps one bright day, I’ll discover my wings and
Take to the sky
But for now, I’ll ask you this while I still can, darling:
“Will you sink with me?”