My life is nonlinear
Too many footnotes
Needed to guide you
Through subtext
Reading like brain fog
A disaster in slow motion
Missteps and wrong doings
Surely I’m the villain
Or maybe that’s what they needed
So they could survive
I’m not a perfect portrait
There are cracks in the paint
But patience and perseverance
Can be found
Under all of this weight
It’s easier to read the headline
Take forced confessions
For deserved blame
Whenever I tell my story
It comes back at me as daggers
Used by lovers
I thought were safe
So I sit in silence
Watch the sun rise and set
Understanding the planets move together
Until they finally collapse
Throwing meteors at the sun
Telling it to stop growing
Stop trying to snuff us all out
But the universe isn’t listening
Complacent in knowing
The right people will find us
And the wrong ones will find their way out
Jōb Nikki 
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