Sometimes
Is like a long winding road that offers no direction
Just smacks of dust
And a sign on the side that reads“Buckle up or die”
Sometimes
In my hairless age of being a child I never felt buckled in
Stunned by wild horses
I leapt towards a scorched almond sky
Sometimes I would get burnt
Sometimes I would cry
Often I swallowed my own
Smothering it
Afraid of its gain
Flashing it when I felt flashy
Rare and striking
I could snap into pieces
Without you knowing
And even then
I was fooling no one
But myself
And the burn
Sometimes
- Ramon Te Wake