That new oumuamua thing
That's passing through
Might pick you up
And take you with it
You
That's right
Just you
Show everything
There is to see
All the Kubrick lights
Every particle
That exists
And it wouldn't
Give you the shites
All the nuance
Of meaning
The boundless
Terribleness
You could
Understand
Every bit of it
And see nothing
But yourself.

You are the sparrow, or the one who oversees.
You are the sea worm — the one that bottom-feeds.
You are the urchin which waves could never crash.
You are the person whose feelings will never last.

You are the yeti, whose hand is very grand.
You are the teddy, soft as white sand.
You are all things, and no things, all at once.
You are the heartbeat whose race cannot be won.

there are those
that grab ahold
as well as those
that let it go
there really is
no way to know
how or when
the wind will blow

there are those
who know to cope
with the mess
that this life throws
and also those
out of control
who paddle against
the river's flow

there are those
that hold out hope
and then those
against the ropes
who wrestle with
themselves alone
with the easy come
easy go

with open eyes
and open heart
do you know
which one you are

you could be these
you could be those
honestly
do you know

He carries the weight of his family's name,
A burden shared, yet borne alone in pain,
Expectations high, a path to claim,
Fear of failure's sting, fear of success's flame.

His heart beats with the weight of others' deeds,
He takes the blame, while hiding his own needs,
A selfless soul, with emotions unspoke,
Shining dimly, in the dark of every cloak.

In silence, he seeks attention's gentle gaze,
His heart conveys the depth of his unspoken ways,
A longing for understanding, for someone to hear,
To break the chains of expectation, and wipe away his fear.

His parents' hopes, a heavy load to bear,
A weight that presses, a heart that's aware,
Of every step, every move, every choice,
A life lived under scrutiny, a constant, anxious voice.

Yet, in his silence, there's a story untold,
Of struggles faced, of battles bold,
A tale of resilience, of strength untapped,
A hero's heart, though worn and weary, still intact.

In the depths of his soul, a fire burns bright,
A flame that flickers, with every step of the night,
A desire to be seen, to be heard, to be known,
To shed the weight of expectations, and find his own way home.

Your friends
Won't read your poetry
Foolish to think they would
Unfair too
To expect em to
This aversion
Is understood
For you won't
Get a true reaction
It'll be tempered
With kindness
And tact
But there's
Always one
Who bucks that trend
As a matter of fact.