August 25, 2018: Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I could walk away
Grab my coat, some mints, and a bag
Drag my feet along the sand of the coast
And Coast away

Sometimes I wish I could stay still
Wrapped up in blankets and popcorn
All my comforts sworn to silence
Silently sitting still

Sometimes I wish I could scream my way to the future
Take a camera and picture all my opportunity
Immunity to any disapproving whispers
Whispering away my future

Sometimes I wish I could walk, as I stay still, screaming.
But here I run, moving quietly along.
Should I go right.. Or wrong