it is hard being the daughter of an engineer
raised by a piano player: there is
a part that fixes, makes more efficient, or finds
a solution when none is truly wanted but perhaps
needed
this part of me sleeps when the other
is awake
it is easier this way - so i can do what
needs to be done
the sound of keys on the keyboard, the words that spin
in my head - keep me up - and away from that which
needs fixing
time inefficient, solutions wanted &; unneeded: it is
the sound
of the keys, the echoing in my head that once
there was a man
and he could do all with his hands but walked away
another who could do nothing but play but decided
to stay anyways
still i wonder of the bridges i could build
if i was the daughter of a piano player
raised by an engineer
