In the calm before the storm all is concealed
There is serenity and peace of mind before the storm is revealed
The clandestine activity crude as it laughs in your face
The Gnostic gimmick of peace before the mask breaks

Why do I want to do my own thing?
Why do I always want to be in trouble?
Why don’t I stay home...in one place?
Why do I always run away?
Why do I lie to AJ?
Why can’t I just tell the truth?
Why can’t I tell him I love him?

I wonder...
I sit in my cell and
wonder
where will I be when
this is all over?
will there be something
waiting for me on the
other side of the door?
Will the world have
changed?
Or will it all be the
same?

In real life things don’t have outlines.