Fear of missing important moments
Fear of missing obvious clues frequently
Foolish, missing wisdom, turning away from proper destinations
Oh it’s too quiet, am I alright, steady straight, or teetering
Is it too late, queued to die from my mistakes and perhaps my eyes are closed
Am I ignorant, lost, too stupid to stand up, too lazy super quick to sit and stay down
Am I a definition of weakness, hopelessness, arrogance
Am I void of all in every sense?
Surely I don’t know how to live
Distorted mirrors batter and bounce thoughts
Counting marbles are they all here I fear some are lost
It feels I’m forever straightening a pile of papers
Shuffling sticky stubborn playing cards
Like turning in a paper in college thinking it’s an A but it’s D-
Covered in red marks
Face-palm until my forehead sparks.