Jesse Ojuka

My mind is a racetrack
Thoughts growl like loud engines
into static
They leak energy from my light
like a bulb poked by a needle
She asked me twice if I meant it
when I said I was an overthinker
And twice, a strong yes
Oh life
What is it you’re trying to teach me this time
don’t I know everything by now
Hard to imagine there’s more to learn
More to taste
More sorrows to be felt
Blessed or cursed with a proclivity for adventure
My faith is not in the hands of chance
I refuse