Sometimes I feel like I could do anything.

Sometimes I feel like I could do anything.

Like the pavement was expressly made for the soles of my feet or

the evening air solely for my lungs to ingest.

I look for glitches

Distorted pixels

A cloned pattern across the sky

To tell me this isn’t real,

except for the fact it’s my simulation

Did I choose this?

Is my fate to be taught the same lessons over and

over again until I take my power back?

Like a candy bar

Or a gun, locked and loaded.

Forget the past, kill it if you have to.

Because maybe to the rest you are nothing,

Starting from zero,

But I see worlds in your left dimple,

Galaxies far, far away in the bridge of your nose,

Every speck of stardust your ancestors imparted in the furrow of your brow.

Take it.

Take it out on me,

punching bag style.

I was built to absorb this,

Customised to the exact specifications of your pain.

Open me like your eyes on Christmas morning,

I swear you can do this,

I promise you poems will rip you from your homemade grave like rubies marked with an X.

Technicolor Zo, no shit the world was made for you.

Doesn’t matter how many pairs of cigarette smoke coloured glasses you put on to hide the biggest picture.

Your destiny is thicker than wine,

thicker than water.

You’re neither the palm nor the oak.

You’ll always be the wind.