i just keep doing the things i’m supposed to,
waiting for my feelings to open,
i just want to go where i’m free,
live the good life,
i keep getting glimpses of that feeling without you
and wonder how to bring that home.
Then i wonder, maybe i am home but you are not.
Maybe i am just living the “should” life,
curious about the “could” life,
and expecting it to convalesce into the “good” life.
oh “would” obligatory actions only create the ideal.