Sonnet XI – machete jungle

’tis as I feared, we’ve entered zone called “friends”;
in search of different – more – though this is fun.
while something still continues – something ends;
it all feels o’er before it had begun.
I wax dramatic – ’tis the role I play;
Life in my head exists in excess size.
expecting nothing used to be my way;
expecting now just bids false hopes arise.
must have a plan – can’t languish in this gap;
just standing still will never satisfy
and though we look, this path hath not a map;
so venture out in search of what, not why.
our hearts are open – can’t be slamming shut.
machete jungle – risk a deeper cut.