by Celina Simmons

As I find myself
staring down the street light
Wondering when the hell
The moon got so big,
Wondering when the hell
I’ll be sober
Wondering if that
is even a thing.
I stumble across a peculiar
idea
Completely irrelevant
To anything going on
At least that I was aware of.
This idea hooked me
Wondering how far it’ll take
me
Down this rabbit hole
Where I claim to be
I was paralyzed that this idea
Could very well be
Much, much more
Then just an idea.