Composed 4/2/15
Description: Day 3 of NaPoWriMo. (I may have cheated a little and wrote this one late yesterday, technically.)
It’s so easy to be deceived
By a moment, frozen in your own mind
To love an idea, a fantasy
Stored in imperfect memory
Tied to your sweet imaginings
And cling
Swerving every red flag
In an attempt to finish the race
You thought you’d abandoned hope
Perhaps that is safer
Than throwing yourself into a lie
Best, wasting time
Worst, wasting life
Oh God,
Just keep my feet fixed on the floor
Scraps of Paper 