It's Iambic Pentameter, Bisque - [Matthew]

A little something I wrote a loooong time ago, but still like. I'm almost positive I've never posted it, but if I have, feel free to bust me on it.


I Am Becoming

I’ve figured out my life will not unfold
In neat, clean stages like a butterfly
But unaware pass threshold to threshold
Like symptoms of a virus til I die.

The sum of being young is not to float
Around in the false amniotic sea
In our self-serving, self-destructing boat
Propelled by irresponsibility

To be young is to burn without reprieve
On the hot coals of Almost, Soon, and Hope.
To bleed to death from paper cuts received
When fearless, free we pushed the envelope.

And when afraid I whisper this one thing:
“I am becoming. I am becoming.”



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