I write stories in my head
Plays, musicals, chapter books
Plots winding with bubbling
Rivers between hilltops
Of the struggles
I project onto them
The characters
No job but to sit,
Speak, react as I dictate
Rewind when it doesn’t
Go the way I plan
Start over
Multiverse after multiverse
But they aren’t blind
Watch world’s destroyed
And rebuilt, families
Grow and die quicker
Than the leaves fall
Leaves reverse
Leaves die
And regrow
Like the hair
And wrinkles that mark
Their faces
As time moves along
A undefined road
Jumping between
Lines like magic
Just here one second
And there the next
I dream of my stories
Ones where I write lyrics
And I am loved
Where I write real stories
And I am loved
Where I save the world
And I am loved
Where I do nothing at all
But I am still loved
Cycling through characters
Like Poké cards
Pick and choose
And change
Every aspect
Every time
But in the end
Its all the same
They turn to me
At the brink of
Wakefullness
Turn to me
And say
Well look where
You are and
I am in the river
Floating in the
Speeding currents
Hills made of
The struggles I fear
Lining the banks
I see water fall in
The distance
Hear the tumbling
Turning, thrashing
Sun hits the stream
Lighting it up with
The oranges and yellows
But no red
Its waiting for mine
My red will complete
The painting
Spilling out my body
Like tears I hide
Behind stories
But I do nothing
Sit in a rotting boat
Enjoy the river rocking
And watch
I can only play my part
Because the lines
Are already written
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