even the most beautiful things are messy
in my heart and yours, humble hours
I can’t tell if the universe is testing me
on if I can understand intuition
or if it’s a lesson in overthinking
my mind tells the truth, 24/7
Loud noises, full of pebbled ideas
before growing into boulders,
molehills into mountains
how can I make the changes
that deplete these messy days
It looks like a weight on me
but it’s an adventure just beginning
as much as I can’t see it
each and every day a little closer
climbing so high, till I can’t breathe
Even if it might **** me