I’m here,

waiting,

standing in the middle,

I see the society  exist in simple terms,

not idle complications,

just there,

in front of me, around, behind every corner,

I watch the world

become part of the solution,

yet the island,

the rocks have a craggy exterior,

seems rather cutting,

they’re screaming …

words anyone can hear:

‘Feel,

feel so

feel sorry’

for whom you might say,

the rocks laugh like lapping waves,

a constant reminder of their own permanence

in a fluidity I cannot ever understand.

 

Perhaps I would rather not,

possibly, quite assuredly,

perhaps,

I wouldn’t want,

perchance, the telephone might not ring.

 

I walked inside this world

I didn’t feel like an exit would be necessary,

except just then,

someone, I don’t really know who,

perhaps it was me,

somewhere someone somehow,

simply,

in a timely manner,

shut yet another door.

 

The clouds had overcome my shadows,

to such a degree,

I didn’t know if I was standing in the clear,

at least,

perhaps,

I didn’t care,

to know.

 

If only I really didn’t want to know anymore.