Loves the rush
of caffeine in the blood.
Speed, motion, ease.
Eyelids fluttering.
"Don't play games with me!"
But the past echoes on and on...
It stretches
its tendrils from your hometown
and pleads, "don't leave, don't leave."
Me!
My entrance is just my existence,
the piece anyone wants me to be.
From the breaking morning
to the growing night,
where lurks my inability.
