To Do

To-do,

To-day:

Face the…

Highway? No…

Face the “lies,

Honestly told.”

That the man working

On top of the bus station

Was suicidal,

And so I can be.

That people

Haven’t solved hate

Because they are binary,

And my newfound perspective

Will lead me to legacy

(Not that I want it).

That I will move

Back to Texas,

Where the people are honest

Unlike here,

And so I can be discontented

For now.

That I will stay

Here in Boston,

To live like Thoreau

And breathe the mist

Of James Fenimore Cooper,

Or Melville,

And so I can be immobile.

That I get sad

Because of human pain

Or an inside

Glitch, and so I can stay

Inside my head

To try to solve it.

That the reason

I don’t work out

Is because I don’t

Have time.

That my bad habits

Are ingrained in the wood

Of my heart,

And so I cannot change,

Only quell.

That my love is

Waiting for

Skin.

That I have grown

To be a thinker

Without being thoughtless,

And the only work left

Is to sit pensively.

That my life

Is new and bold;

That my life is a rerun,

Old.

That my future is in my hands;

That my future is out of my hands.

That I know what I want. That I should.

That what we do matters.

That nothing matters.

That life will come if I am patient.

That I am stuck.

That I am alone.

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