The Road To Somewhere Else
You know that somebody over there…
The one who has it all figured out.
Smooth lines and elegant choices.
How different life would be
If you were more like them.
How much…. better.
Look at that jacket. What a fabulous jacket.
Look at the way they stir their tea.
Put down what you’re working on
And give yourself over to their experience.
Observe, imitate, become.
I've heard it’s the quickest way to where you want to go.
Wait, they’re leaving.
In a cascade of confidence and charm.
But the jacket remains.
No one is watching.
Try it on.
See if the sucker fits.
Oooh it’s so nice.
Feel the fabric of your fantasy.
Hands in pockets, get comfortable.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Walk out into the night.
You’re guaranteed to find your way home.
You catch a glimpse
Of someone you once knew.
Buried beneath a 3 part series of foreign dreams.
The penny drops.
A pure white shrill
Of falling copper on steel
Moves like fishing wire through butter through your heart
You’ve built yourself around the shape of someone else
It’s not as pretty as you thought
It doesn’t fit like you believed
How could you be so wrong
When it felt so right?
To my darling self,
There’s no need to squirm or fret
If you once again forget
Who you are, who you were and soon will be.
It is what it is.
And you are what you are.
You have what you have
And what you have is all you need
To run and stretch and dream and dance and live.
So shake it off
And off you go
There’s a big bag of fun with your name written all over it