6

You remind me of me,

The me I used to be,

Back before the fall.

Before I lost the stillness inside.

Before I lost my sight...

or maybe after.

There's too much to tell.

You complain about the space

But it's funny,

Because even when I have lines

I barely ever stay in them.

You say that's me:

"Freedom, even with boundaries"

Though I prefer to see it as

Freedom, in spite of boundaries.

Since I never stay inside.

You know,

I wanted to write this about a

Red truck.

One I saw crashing down new

That made me think of something

He once said

About his misguided fantasies.

Instead you distracted me.

...for a little while.

Reality hits.

Listen to me:

Enjoy the space.

Realize there's beauty within freedom

And cruelty in those lines.

Don't let these truths restrain you.