MaddieJ

What Do I Do?

What Do I Do? 04/18/2018

 

I don’t prepare for natural disasters

For fear that I might beckon them

I don’t plan for my trips

For fear that I might cancel them

I don’t lock the door

For fear I might miss someone knocking

I don’t close my eyes to sleep

For fear that I might miss the fare moonlight (Or the fiddler on the roof)

I don’t wait for the moment to come

For fear that it won’t happen

I don’t hold back

For I want to seize every gift from letting go

I don’t turn off the lights 

For fear a fellow vagabond might need a guide through the night

I don’t closet love 

For it was never meant to be stored

 

All these things I don’t do,

Make up the things I do

If what I don’t do creates the things I do, am I a paradox?