Fiat File 1

Fears of reality,
Scared, confused, aloof.
Inhibited by nature,
Interested by truth.

You blind yourself
To my basic needs.
I live for the moment
While you hide in our weeds.

The chances I take,
I do so for me.
You worry all day
That I’ll fuck up our “We.”

I need to take chances,
I need to be free.
You need to accept it
And let me be me.

But reason abides and
Says all will be fine.
I’ll take a sweet ride
And joy will be mine.

Unless I get pulled over, or arrested, of course….

jb