anaphora

Free (Anaphora)


I used to be different.
I just don't know when I changed.
I used to be different to them
All these people that line up at my door.
Spilling into the staircase
Pumping their collective fist
When I don't tell them anything
Because all that knocking is hollow
To an empty room to their empty shores

I used to be different
Am I?
I'm gone.
My notice uncharacteristic
of a slave to the system
I used to never want to leave

I used to be different
I used to care about the anger that filled absence
I used to be different about making these plans
I'm sorry but I'm leaving
I'm selling my shoes
I'm selling my shirt

I used to be different
I used to be the same
I used to listen in the break room, in the bar, and in the bedroom
To silence and nothing words that moved like baby waves at my feet.
Now you're all fuming that I'm breaking free

I used to be different
And all I can think about
is the road
and how I used to be like you
and how I used to be me
and I used to be different
I am
I'm better
I'm leaving
I'm free