I can’t fall into self-pity and violently kick feet because I know better than to make a scene before the sky.
Maybe I’ll go outside and walk into an empty field at night without clinging to anyone I know as I’m tired of being up then suddenly falling down.
Looking up, frustrated, with myself, asking what I’m doing.
What am I doing and where am I headed?
Are all my efforts wind I’ve been deceived into believing tamed in agreement somehow with what I do?
Better not complain because I was poor without anything and it’s a promise when I die nothing will follow with me to judgment.
I don’t know what to say,
Don’t know what to do,
Feeling like the dumbest fool,
And maybe everyone I love is a distraction,
Maybe I’m sinking unaware of what I’m lacking besides a floating device,
Maybe I’m falling for the enemy’s lies,
Maybe this is how cursed men die.
Spinning around all-day dizzy and confused unable to stay stable tonight,
Honestly I don’t know what I want and please don’t ask what I expect.
I am empty,
I am naked,
I am stripped,
All is bare.
