made (come with me).

Just another mess of words to express my restlessness.

made (come with me)

I wasn’t made for staying-

for laying
in the same bed each night,
greeting the light
of a new day
the same way.
I wasn’t made for here-
for year after year
of predictability,
of stability.
I wasn’t made for plans-
For knowing tomorrow’s
sorrows
in advance.

I was made for chance-
for surprises, guesses,
and the stresses
that accompany uncertainty.

Were you made for
coming with me?

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