only me

thinking about only one thing
under this blue sky
wondering about this one thing
why it asks me why
and for what reason—may never know
and the direction of life—which way to go
the end of the line
don’t know what I see
talking to myself
because it’s only me

trying to regain thoughts no longer here
out close to the edge wishing you near
my side what matters today
how I might see myself don’t go away
still stuck deep in the turbulent sea
looking all around
but it’s only me

arriving at the spot where I find peace
each day brings me closer a moment’s release
the pangs of pressure push on all sides
rising and falling like predictable tides
no matter what happens it’s all I can see
with three eyes open it’s still only me. . .