Unique Journey

I want to spread butter lavishly

on my toasted bread of life.

My stains have intricate blueprints,

inked reminders

that the only one

in my mind is me.

I am driven to a destiny

that only I can fill -

a place where you see level

and I see crooked.

I dwell on my own edge

where sunsets appear

in a different realm,

inside the place

where I reside.

I live inside my outer shell

but it is just skin

that doesn’t label me.

I can’t rip myself

into pieces

to be reassembled

in a different perspective.

I disembark on my own journey

and dance on my own breezes.

Life defines my colors

but I determine the flourishes

of my emboldened paintbrush.

I drink coffee cups

of words, spreading them

on my page

for a moment in time

disembarking

on my own journey,

allowing no one

to glance into my mind.