with coffee until a pass out
all that is left to do usually later
dreaming of the strangers
knowing no one can lift the wait
but patience truth and strength
bring that smile back
plenty of voices and noise
no one is talking to me
don’t even know
make out like I don’t care
because I can’t got my own
dealings
handle came loose and control lost
everything ‘cept these thoughts
contained and unseen to this point
there is positive somewhere beneath
the surface pushing through the ice
reaching for that breath of fresh air
guess I clouded it up too much
but I mistakenly thought that was the point
me in the right direction but I know
where I want to go instead stuck
dizzy in the dark…
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