My life is boring now that I’m back home
I want it unstable again
settling here seems too confining
for my art to breath
and it’s not that I’m an artist,
a writer nor a poet
all those titles come with their own connotations—
people who pretend there’s something deep to find in the mundane
and I am just a person who needs to express himself in ways that I find beautiful
and for me to do that
I need to be on the run again
on the freeways—
believing in god
being young at heart
and loving the city it seems that I’ll die in
but I can’t seem to fake that I love it here
like I do when I’m in a place I don’t call home
I can’t settle down now
I can’t do that to myself
stop pushing me to be on my own
when I’m already feeling so alone
you’re marrying off now
and it seems like I’ll be losing my room to fit him in with us
and now I’m also paying my phone bills
everything’s changing too fast yet again
too soon for me but too late for the child in me—
someone who just wanted a family
now I’m used to not settling down
and I spiritually can’t either—
I’m often times reminded that I should be blessed that I’m an only child
one kid equals one’s full attention
but I don’t want to feel so alone anymore—
but I have to
I don’t want to
feel so alone
anymore
but I have to
the world is too big for me to not leave you
and I won’t leave you
but I won’t stay