Ray

I try to run away from this road that follows me everywhere
This arrow of light
Straightness
A hi-road of predictable happenings
They’ve been mentioned
On several occasions
Written down on paper
Shouted
Laid down in patterns

They say its my destiny to be promising
Stand tall
Breathe deep
Sit big
Be dancing vigorously
Spread laughter
Find a voice to talk with
Quickly open white rooms
Feel the draft
Open doors

I go against this
as often as I can
Dying to hold reality
Eagerly grabbing
Every intoxicated opportunity

And all I care about
Has nothing to do with logic