I didn’t ask for this,

especially at this given moment.

I’m being forced with all these components.

These components on the inside,

that all want to come together and collide.

I can’t figure this out,

especially not right now.

I want to write a novel or memoir somehow.

Afraid to be alone when I’m not busy,

because that's when they seem to roam around freely.

I don’t know who I am at the moment.

No.

I don’t know who I’ve become,

but i'll never know until I stop the run.

I'm moving so fast just like life does.

Which leads me to not wonder about what my life was.

I want to know so badly,

but I know it takes time.

Maybe patience truly is,

a friend of mine.