• I could if I wanted,
    throw you over the edge
    Make you tip until
    you are nothing but a
    memory

    Something holds me back
    these days.
    and I don't think it's you
    but a steady dissatisfaction with life
    as it is

    with friends who come into orbit
    and then drift away
    like my gravity is too weak to keep them.

    of professionalism
    when I've done everything I've supposed to
    lived up to expectations
    made the grade.

    And it's sort of meaningless at the end
    because other people can't tell me what
    MY passion is.

    It's disgusting, this between place
    makes my skin prickles,
    crawl
    sweat
    but never move
    never action

    And I feel guilty, but not
    because it's none of your damn business.
    I don't have to answer your questions
    Especially the same one over
    and over
    and over

    I just have to ignore
    the facts,
    that I can't even answer them for myself
    and I can't make you disappear
    because I don't even really
    know who you are.