The Accordion

"Just because you've made an important decision about your future doesn't mean that everything's going to be easy, that there won't be obstacles or problems. But that's what friends and family do, they help overcome obstacles and solve problems. Everyone will try to think of things. It's all right to put yourself first for once. It really is. And you're not running away. You're moving toward something." - Girl on the Leeside
The Accordion
© Mokihana Calizar 2019

We imagine
A future
Different 
Or maybe
The smells
Change
And my
mind
Follows 
Sounds instead.

We tamper
and tinker
With our
Present
Long 
For the
Innocence
Lose
Track
of the Past.

We reassemble
Pieces
of useful
Yesterdays,
Pull self-tapping
Screws 
From old
Buckets
Create
Temporary
Walls
Foldable
Like the accordion.

 

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