Before The Tap Runs Dry
i want to drench myself in life’s chaotic beat,
and smell all the daisies along the path.
i want to compliment the stranger w/ whom i cross the street,
and send the boy i met last summer, a postcard asking him how he’s been.
i want to dance along the boulevard,
and sit by the neon moon.
slowly get out of my house of cards,
and intertwine my soul w/ the ladybugs that come out in june.
i want to bleed tsunamis,
and cough out whirlwinds.
look in the mirror and love all that i see,
despite a lack of symmetry.
i’ve got to get this right,
do more than gaze at the 1am sky.
make my life truly mine,
all of it, before the tap runs dry.