It’s a fine line
between getting there
and not getting there at all.
Life’s a spectrum,
mostly just
“Survive or die”,
but there’s a lot of ways
to stop living.
Set your mind on yesterday
and try to take all that weight
into tomorrow.
You aren’t built to hold
that kind of payload.
The strain
will make you shake
and you’ll hear yourself break,
but in the moment
it will seem like
you’re standing outside of yourself.
Looking out on a graveyard
of smashed ambitions.
Bodies of those who tried
their damnedest to make it,
and they carried
all their crimes with them.
All their memories
lie strewn in a field
of wreckage.
Sometimes,
you have to break down.
Listen to that rattle
in the chassis.
Something’s coming loose.
Something’s gonna go down
if the frame
doesn’t get some attention.
Stop,
unload,
letting it all cool down
and settle.
Start taking it apart
piece by piece,
until you find the problem.
Get it fixed,
reassemble,
reload
and get back on the road,
with your mind at peace.
Sometimes,
we need to break down
on our own,
before life makes us.
HG – 2021
