The Cube

It's back!
That wonderful, freeing feeling
That terrifying aimlessness
The flip-flop, flowing river

Can't help but breathe it in
For the time being,
it feels good
And the moment matters

The freedom to draw a cube
on a piece of paper
and to feel good about it;
to think it's beautiful

I am ignoring him now
I don't care about what he's saying
So I'm choosing to be free of it

Regret is senseless,
and I do my best to avoid it
To breathe it out when it starts to creep back in

Instead, I focus on the moment,
And on what matters
On shading the cube
It matters to me