there's a certain trap to it
drumming dark thoughts –rat-a-tat-tat,
my mind caught in a snare again, and again
circling in hi-hats of doubt. in this tandem
of life; pedal-pedal-pedal —decisions spinning
like wheels, chains creak, my brakes squeal,
for the bravest choices are always stuck in repeat.

ding-ding —the alarm mocks the dawn,
clang-clang, trains pull apart, same departure,
but all different routes. your roots only grow
as deep as you choose, silence hums louder
than footsteps on the pavement.

whoosh — rustling leaves write new lives,
whispers stitched into the wind. but the harder
it blows, the less you see your tears —
shhh… hush… hush…they'll vanish in the static,
like cymbals fading after a final crash…and in
the quiet after, only the echo remains.