Every day I throw myself

at chance

Every day uprooted

unknown, somewhat like

yesterday but not 

Life on a prayer

Just a dream

The only squid among

the octopi eats boulders

to show me new structures

And I decide for a new id

My heart spiral isn't catching 

inspiration at the end of most

months

So I'm forcing it out of

survival. Art laughing

moon drinking, road tripping

and all the vast spacing

Listening to the wind 

dialoguing with all things

What if I were to give up

let myself be anything

and let it crash against

not me? What would that

sound like

I finally exclaimed inside my cells

Stop micromanaging the universe

It's had enough of you, don't you still

have some cake? Go at it, and please chill