a typo or a reference to something else... money... professionalism... productivity... fundamentals... are there fundaphysicals too?... fundawhat?
and what does it matter
if i was wise as a god
or as mad as a hatter
if it is only me
who knows my own worth
then was there any purpose
in my being, or birth?
for posterity here
and there i leave words
for myself and for you
and true, for the birds
sometimes lonely and sad
sometimes blissfully real
sometimes lost in deep thought
sometimes just what i feel
sometimes reflections of
worlds i do not understand
all around me are people
doing harm with their hands
and i so want to help
and not be in the way
but sometimes i just want
to be left alone...
like today
the irony is that we do that so well, ignore each other, pretend nothing matters, pretend we don't care (or maybe we don't), that i can always get what i want when i want to be left alone... too bad i don't want this all the time...
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