Poetry
In Search of Time
Joe-Joe Kelly
I often forget the fears that I harbor.
Never far from yet never near to the star that I long for.
Wanting the freedom to detach from here.
Begging for relief from another solitary year.
Inside the wrappers that I hide in the backseat of my mind
Are trivial moments baked and processed with regret.
I lose control of what I believe a year should be-
A Gregorian assembly line or a romantic dance of solstices and equinoxes.
Rip the calendar’s pages off and pop the champagne
Or sip a mug of tea and wonder if anonymous pedestrians remember me.
Should I succumb to the unknown beauty of time
Or should I feed my cerebral beast?
I never understood why the sun has to rise in the east.
Never far from yet never near to the star that I long for.
Wanting the freedom to detach from here.
Begging for relief from another solitary year.
Inside the wrappers that I hide in the backseat of my mind
Are trivial moments baked and processed with regret.
I lose control of what I believe a year should be-
A Gregorian assembly line or a romantic dance of solstices and equinoxes.
Rip the calendar’s pages off and pop the champagne
Or sip a mug of tea and wonder if anonymous pedestrians remember me.
Should I succumb to the unknown beauty of time
Or should I feed my cerebral beast?
I never understood why the sun has to rise in the east.
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Joe-Joe recently graduated with a BFA in acting and completed a yoga teacher training shortly after. In an endeavor to externalize the esoteric and synthesize his love of philosophy, mysticism, and the arts, Joe-Joe turns to the written and spoken word. You may find some of his work on instagram @itsintuitionignited.
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