And on a day…
Where things are mostly fine…
Every normal obstacle feels enormous
Like a shadow over the future
Like seeing something flicker
Out of the corner of your eye
feels like my fault,
No matter how many times I tell myself otherwise.
Because when people are cruel,
when life is cruel,
It’s really hard to believe that it’s not you.
But it’s not you.
As long as you worry it is,
As long as you work to make sure you do your best,
It isn’t you.
It was never you.
Do you know what it’s like to see the world? I mean really see it. Gather a thousand details in a few seconds. Watch time stretch out as the nuaunces of life fill the space between seconds.
A woman leaves the train at 125th,
A shine off black flickers like a kiss from her patent strapped shoes,
A glimmer of red toe-nails peaking through,
Nighttime settles beyond the platform, dark blue.
Shadowy giants rise in the distance as light fades,
And orange glow on the worn green rails that last decades.
One hundred thousand feet grace that concrete,
Yet my eyes took time to meet