v.

the pursuit of something not clearly defined 
could lead you anywhere

i guess you could say it's better than nothing

i just wanted to flip the script, because the same shit 

gets repeated over and over

and that's supposed to be enough

there's not really a name for my occasional lust,

occasional disgust

i was having these strange dreams 

of my own memories playing like i was living them again

in a temporary moment i watched you

i woke up sort of nostalgic, sort of calm

i don't want to be practical, paper chasing every day

sleepless, always moving

if you look around you'll see the same truths

reflecting back at you

nothing disappears, just evolves

takes on a different form

chase it, and it will slip away

things that are constructed are always breakable
that's why i wonder how authentic people are
when so much of what we show the world
is just our own creation
i left everything i knew without a clear plan
just a restlessness and a desire for change
i wanted to control everything, 
but it doesn't work like that
the more you let go the lighter you become