i have spent
my entire life
without the
understanding
i cannot fly
throwing myself
off of every
single ledge
needing to soar
yet always always
always crashing
and each time
i get back up
and prepare to
leap into forever
i do not consider
if i will succeed
the burning need to
prove to the bastards
they cannot tell
what i am capable of
to show them no matter
how broken i become
one day they will be
forced to acknowledge me
as the fool who flew
far too close to
the fucking sun

i don’t know when
to give up when
every thought is
already an ideation
the culmination of
thirteen loops
i can tie in my sleep
for now i will try
to see if i can fly
while dreaming of
simply hanging