Convention

draft  free-verse  poetry  ]

convention break we must
yet begin we when lust
more something than for trust
it’s all a bust!

Anyway,\

Drop out! Leave! Pack your bags and,
These ladders are tall and
swinging upon them is fun, and
oh no. This is band.

You’ve lost your way on this dirty and unforgiving road. It’s your first time, but it is your only time.\

Or is it?
The world is unforgiving yet large
and forgetful, so it is kind.

You’re a long way from home. You climbed a ladder and fell far from home, and now you struggle in this Platonian Cave.

Stay calm and carry on.

Fixing

This is kind of a mess of words more than anything.