Washed up

Bandaids upon bandaids upon bandaids;

Tell me where the truth hangs.

Is it one of two things?

Shall it be pain? Shall it be sane?

I don’t know.

But here we go, into the unknown.

Diving head first into what I’m oblivious to;

Into a future with hopes and dreams.

Baby, fill the seams,

of my heart,

don’t tear it apart.

This is all I have.

I promise it’s a piece of art.

One that is floating in the ocean,

With no destination and no declaration.

So I’ll go without a doubt,

Into the unknown without.