The final song on my favorite album
I heard it for the first time when I was
Contemplating dropping out of college
I understood it the first time I realized
That I was going nowhere, my cage
Of conformity had sprung up around me
To become nothing more than a condo
Of convalescence as I waited for it all to end
There is a joy to giving up and resigning
Yourself to your flaws, knowing that you
Carry your burdens with the same resilience
That you carry your strength, although the world
May strip away everything you are and leave you
Sweaty and shivering in the sewer, you are still you
In all of your majesty and all of your mania
I had dreams of myself trapped in a mosh pit
The people around me slamming left and right
My glasses flew off, snaked by a surfer’s foot
But I could see so clearly, blurriness no longer
Surrounded my every move and inaction
So when I hear the silence before the outro,
A moment in which I hear my blood in my ears
I feel more in touch with my body than I have ever been
There is this stillness and for once, I am able to see past
Who I am and have some hope for who I may be
Because right now, I am both of those things
Present me is not real, the only real me is
Future me and Past me, regret and potential
Swirled together like a nihilistic Neopolitan
So when the silence hits,
I stop and linger in that feeling
And I wish it could go on forever
Then the snare drum hits
And I become who I’m going to be
Poetry Overdose 