Spontaneity was not something often associated with my life
Planned and methodical to the point where all efforts were laboured
I couldn’t function without lists and tasks; goals kept me grounded
Yet I found myself engulfed by you and your noxious freedom
:~:
Just chill you would say but without my plans I felt naked
I wouldn’t feel prepared for the day, lacking in purpose
You swept in and within moments the effects took hold
You spurned my plans and I choked on your freedom
:~:
The fumes linger on though your time here was brief
I find myself struggling to free myself from the lists, but
Without my lists I am nothing, without goals I do not function
Your poison almost took more than my freedom
This is written from a three word prompt found here. I love drawing inspiration from writing prompts and then seeing how others can be inspired in vastly different ways. Hope you enjoyed reading 🙂
