why (a poem)

why

why do I make my choices in my life so complicated

running over the details of who would like it and who wouldn't

the only one I need to please here is me, i think.

are my plans because of societal paradigms and or status?

give it a rest - give yourself some normal time to just enjoy

what it is, that you do?...and what it is, you like to do..? ...and what it is, you like doing?

maybe write a poem

maybe write a song

capture your experience into a relatable narrative or discourse.

touch a common humanity and light it afire.

Spread your wings and fly through your days, your life.

paint something and don't worry about the authentic.