I used to believe
That my rule book would keep me safe
And when things got bad
I would grip it tighter
Don’t. Let. Go.
And when things were painful,
I would write more rules
#737 Never call a friend more than twice before they call back.
And then somewhere along the way
In the messiness of life
I broke the rules and tasted the freedom of rule-book-less living.
I danced in the streets and things got better.
I thought I was totally free but then realized there was more.
I want to be free
The birds don’t carry around rule books,
They’d never make it off the ground.
So I’ve spent the last year editing,
Finding what I’ve written,
I don’t remember half of what’s in the book,
Or why it’s there.
And as I learn to relax my shoulders, my neck and jaw,
The rules begin to fall right off the pages.
As I learn how to dance,
Some pages fall right out.
And as I learn how to live,
I find a knowing that one day the entire book will drop.