I can imagine what it would be like
to be laced up and entangled in a mess inescapable,
one with peculiarly placed and settled knots that can’t be undone like shoelaces.
I used to imagine bunny ears tied together to make a bow and to keep myself from tripping up.
I see the reality now that I have come around and pull through to get it together.
I’d rather not have someone alert me of what’s wrong,
I want to fall every now and then;
that is how I see the reality,
the harsh truth of being unknowing for too long:
that is the unfazed attitude of singing the same song.