I called

out

and spent the rest of the time

wondering

about

why I sometimes feel lacking,

timing is off

tick, tick, tick.

Yet in the morning the golden amber

of sunlight will streak the sky,

daylight will not be prevented

no matter how hard I try, to stay awake at nigh-

I am

sitting alone

in a world of thousands,

spectators,

that forgot about the game at hand

too busy getting concessions for their best value

when then can I defend my actions

if while I allow the negativity of the day

coarse through my veins

I’m left with little but

reality of my own actions

my own clock

tick, tick, tick.

That would suggest we are just past the

half hour, or is it fifty, or minutes remain

hard to say when the trivial

Nature of life and why we exist

becomes,

just that.

Alone

without guidance, a fleeting notion,

one that suggests

despite our desire to embody frustration

there is a force greater than us.

Look outside tonight,

see the moon obvious

filled with the pitch of that morning sunlight

shining, beckoning, over seeing

my world tonight,

alone,

though others generally see it as well.

The moon I mean, when I am alone.