Can you come down here
fly me away,
I wait, I watch, I whine,
until I sometimes find I can no longer convey
to you the way
I feel in the morning
after a night of constant concern,
always fighting a demon,
sometimes two or three or many more,
every minute of my time, my life, my place
in this society,
I am blessed to know it is here I exist,
yet I am waiting.
I do believe you’ve got a lot of game in you,
to cause me to wonder for so many hours,
once cannot easily define the time it takes to realize
we’re all fighting the same cooling breeze.