Tripping over myself each day
in every possible way
Dry and mechanical
we spin our tales in soft led
or ink
whatever's available
whatever we think
what is it that makes me unafraid
to tell him everything?
My age
my delusion
no one cares
I'm tripping on myself
and all the stupid things I say
I go numb
I go steady
I go swimming into myself
and I tear open my heart
I try not to notice
as everything slowly falls apart.
My meaningful job
with it's meaningless work
my passionate relationship
over many passionate miles of distance
my school
with its rothless education
everything revolves around
this elusive concept-
Meaning-
Purpose
Direction
when you are waiting
every minute is worth an eternity.