maturing

I'm amazed
At myself
At how much
I've written

A little over
Two weeks
And I'm
A freakin' poet

I can't stop
Poetizing everything
That comes to mind

That I think
That I feel
That I see

I'm an artist

My paintbrush
A blue ballpoint

My canvas
100 sheets of
Lined paper
In a spiral notebook

I'm a musician

Playing notes
With my keyboard
Keeping in time
With my heart

Screw the conductor
This is all improv
I don't need boundaries

They're restrictive
They're for starters
They're not for me

I like who I've become
I like who I'm becoming
I like who I am

I may not inspire others
Just by writing
But I'm inspiring myself
And trust me

That's the hardest of all

Bike
To the playground

Walk
To the middle

Lay
On the structure

Stick
Headphones in your ears

Pass
One to me

Press
In my ear

Listen
To the soundwaves

Dismiss
The beauty

Stop

Wonder
About the world

Think
About the sun

Contemplate
The rain

Remove
Music from aural orifice

Smile
To myself

Remember
The last two years

Growing

Maturing

Becoming
Who we are

Smirk
At life

Know

This is how it should be