The coffee spilled, an unsteady table, Drying ring that gets darker at the edge The sleep that lingers long in my red eyes Creases from my bed
Still mapped along my arms and stubbled face Contrasting sharply with the rest of the room Where mothers sit with children Businessmen eat lunch dressed in suits
I exhale an ellipses and a question mark The things I have to say The assurance this will work The shadows of doubt start to swell into an audible cry
“You need to leave from edge of the uncharted lands The dark spots on maps where no person has ever been Just give up, go back to California Go back to where you lived” But I won’t go home
All the second thoughts the minute decisions In the hours we will never recall The days we thought our weakness unconquerable The nights too long
But a month can find a change in position Sometimes a year is what it takes to realize All the forward flailing found a foundation A purpose in time
If I leave from the edge of the uncharted lands Those dark spots on the map where I was hoping I could stand Just give up, go back to California Well what happens then
I’ll keep heading towards the edge of the uncharted lands Those dark spots on the maps where no cartographer has been Won’t give up and go back to California, this is where I live I am home