Uncommon

Ten million plans to live past what was

To live fast in secret,

without hesitation,

calmed by a spiritual compass

relinquishing unanswered questions of doubt

the miserable consequences of self-destruction are no longer visible

no longer currency to coexist

plans dissipate, mitigate, migrate, transform

forced, it will be underdeveloped, swallowed whole

some things aren't ready to be understood and embraced

some things may never collectively be

and wanting only makes it worse

tea of comfort and clarity invite the muse to visit

consensual freedom and lack of control allow it to stay

I still find comfort in chaos,

truth in the uncommon

the mirror I look in to

I accept the inevitable