Vision Scraps

fruit has ripened

but i can't choose

between the sweetest

and the most juice

while i wait, they decay

fall away

i want to be

too many things

all the pathways

suffocate me

""too much freedom's a cage...

...privilege""

my soul is deep but my mind is growing thin

the little lights are closing in

i cannot win

alone, i fall to all the people i have been

my memory is closing in

i cannot win