My fingers know the way
When my mind does not
I will overthink it
And misstep
Hit the wrong key
Cringe
And try again
If I let my fingers take the reins
I think we’d have something
It does come naturally
It is who I am
If I just let
My fingers do it
And stopped
Thinking so much
Because
I know the way
I just don’t always trust that I do
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
Said the big chalkboard on the wall
In that gym lined with red mats
And chairs and chairs and chairs
I'll never forget
I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
When I got home
After those two days
Passed by much too fast
And then they were gone
And I was changed forever
When I got home
I remember
I cried and cried and cried
From longing
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