This cold breeze
Tends to blow the me’s and we’s
to the balconies
Of our respective shows
But who knows
What kind of view is up there.
I mean,
I don’t care
Yet I continue to stare.
And, I’m constantly aware
That I’ve fared well
in this game of life.
Yet the same knife
That’s cutting through you
Is
Cutting through me too.
The world’s problems,
I can’t solve them
I can’t help them
Too surrounded by mayhem.
It causes…no sleep
It causes…nose bleeds
And they don’t stop
No, they don’t cease.
Christ!
I’m dying out here
Am I acting like a baby?
Will nothing ever save me?
And what good would it do
To throw my hands up?
What?
So I can flex my muscles
Try to look tough?
I’m an aging man.
I’m a tired man.
I’m the only one.
Who seems to understand.
And so, I’m drowning…
Slowly.
In my comprehension
Of the situation
I got no raft
Zero floatation
Device.
Twice
I’ve cried about this.
My slice
Of pie is not big.
And they laugh…
And they splash…
And they’re fast…
To discount the truth.
And this…
Simply this…
Is what I’m saying to you.
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