People look, search, invent
conceal, hide, deny
flaunt, show, try
any excuse, chance, or opportunity
they get, or come to
I say this like I’m detached,
separate,
alone,
but I’m one, two
just a number in a cacophonous crowd
One moment trying to hide, blend in, disappear
The next shouting loud,
“I’m here!”
“See me!”
“Take notice!”
cause I noticed you
My search is understated because
I believe in fate, kismet, destiny
I haven’t found her yet
but I’ve stumbled upon everything great in life thus far
my career, hip-hop, my first car
It seems like life is a journey,
show up, stay alert, make good choices
and you’ll go far.
One response to “Come to Grips”
That poem has got great rythm Chase. I like it a lot. Thanks for sharing. S