May 4, 2012

a quick poem
in two minutes time
listening to royksopp.

that’s not how i feel.
i’m hurried.
i’m feeling second-best.
ill-fitting and ill-put-together.

but i believe there is more for me.
more to see,
another chapter,
a better story,
even if today
sleep-deprived and fretting
i feel like i’ve lost my plot,
let slip the thread of the better story
through my fingers
and wandered into
someone else’s book
where i’m a minor character
who meets an inauspicious end.