Was just thinking today...
maybe I was never that 'compulsive runaway' after all
Just an INFJ
and then...
all about how I know... that you know
or possibly just imagine that you do
but definitely gut feelings...
you're always keeping the door ajar
sneaking in the patterns and intuitive encouragements
tweaking neurotransmitters
still a possibility, that I place you there...
to keep the door ajar
and right now in that reality I'm being schooled
priority re-establishing probably
but it's ok, cause even if it's a false connection
it's one that I know, I needed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem