deeplysuperficial

Wanderlust

pack your things it's time to go
somewhere with mountains somewhere with snow
leave everything behind
maybe out there, something better we'll find

we'll leave the warm streetlights
warm and inconspicuous they keep
we'll leave the safe nightlife
boring and unexciting we weep
we'll leave the flavours
all four packed into one

all these treasures
all we shun

honey it's a bittersweet life here
"too perfect!" we fear

kids, anarchy? don't bother to try
a day without your comfy little beds, my oh my.

i don't deny my wanderlust
but these words, do trust
nowhere out there like here,
but no one in here likes here.





Identity Issues


describe yourself, the paper demands
what's your personality?
what's your style?
inner being intruded, as i interrogate myself
over its commands

"it's to help you find yourself" an class "A" excuse

i don't fathom everyone to be that narcissistic
to have themselves as their muse

why should it be known what we think we are
decide our strengths and weaknesses

perhaps goals are acceptable, but to colour ourselves
in at a tender age as such,
that's going too far

whatever happened to nature
that beautiful course
the wonder and mystery of growing up
oh, it's all outdated, of course.

open the colouring book
pencil in the marks and splash the myriad of shades in
"this is me! this is me!" sixteen year old
Mary proudly proclaims
but precious, there's so much you haven't seen.