cocoon

bus stop dream
but there's never an empty seat
so i wait patiently
like an earthquake waiting to unleash
and crumble the whole city
and break these crooked streets,
until everything stops moving
unlike this hollywood movie
where every scene plays over and over
until it consumes me,
but when the camera cuts to me,
i say [casually] "it wasn't ment to be"...
like that means anything,
cause i still remember times
driving home at night,
headache light,
no nails to bite,
and sadness taking over inside
(like it was trying
to cocoon those nervous butterflys)
but that's silly
to think there is a possibility
to capture something that free,
or maybe not,
cause eventually
we all end up at the begining
according to scientific documentaries
and textbook theories
that everybody skimmed but didn't read,
(including me)
so now i say, "lets just wait and see."

so this is what it has come to...
me piecing days together with glue
hoping that anything new
could be traced back to
people and places like you
or that musty midtown music room
where you sang you heart out in a tune
and for once,
i just sat in the crowd, unable to move,
and watched you.

-kayla