perhaps I am your sensible
part of who you are
a distributed particle
from a shattered star
or a tameless anima
driving you insane
a belligerent Athena
corrupting your brain
I might be the turning page
the ending chapter oath
when the pages come to age
they will take us both
I won’t fight the letting go
the art of growing old
perhaps I am more sensible
mightier and bold
REDBIRD WRITER 