"Like A Dog Chasing Cars"

"Like A Dog Chasing Cars"

It's difficult because
Both options seem right
I'm trapped in the ridicule
Of what I made
I've stored my dreams
In a decorated box
For too long have I
Allowed this box
To remain inside me.
It's difficult because
I know that one option is wrong
I know that it's wrong
I've stored my moral
Somewhere I can't find
I didn't mean to lose it.
It's difficult because
Both people inside are
Waiting for something special
Disappointment meets them
I am lost with my morals
Hidden in that small box.
It's difficult because
Tomorrow doesn't feel new
It feels used, borrowed
Stored away in a tiny room
Only to be new when
I'm ready for cleansing
And storage in a little box
Seemed the easiest solution
It's difficult because
That box defines me
It shapes me
Into the square that I am
Going round and round
Stretching the corners
Rebelling against the sharp turns
Crying against immovable walls
It's difficult because
I've lost this box
This box that defines me
This box that defines me.





I just thought I'd try my hand at abstract poetry again. Thanks for reading, and remember to keep writing!