Directionless
POETRY
I'm not lost like a wanderer,
with a burnt map
I know the roads
Yet none of them calls
I wake up with a plan
Sticky notes crowding the wall
I'll be this...I'll become that...
By night they stare back,
untouched
Dreams return uninvited
some vanish mid-sentence
pulled forward,
and snapped back.
At the cross roads,
I walked into a path.
Rhythm settled in.
Motion followed.
Gravity Shifted,
Past regained its pull.
I stand again,
Like a scalar.
Dreams with magnitude.
Directionless
since 2024