You Are Many Things

A dilapidated brick wall

That people slowly

Chisel away at with assurance

Only to get dust in their eyes

An empty Coca Cola can

Thrown out of a car window

On a desolate road

At 4am in the morning

A colourful rubik’s cube

That people play with

Trying to figure you out

But it is near impossible

A wild ocean

Tsunamis behind your eyes

That you space bag seal close

Cos crying is for pussies

You are many things

Too many to list

In a single poem

On a single night

But you are not an island

No man is an island

And you know I can

Swim, sail and fly


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