Poetry

To be able to have common sense.

To understand your place in the world.

Nobody tells you about the trials and tribulations.

Yet, experience is the only way to reach it.

No wonder as I grow older I see more possibilities

and regret the ones that closed.

Swords for training.

Questions unanswered.

Feeling alone, desperate.

Just once I would like some certainity.

Not merely wishful conjecture.

Scams are every where.

Caution is never not needed.

One moment of inattention is all it takes.

Curiousity over rules common sense.

We still fall for it.

Some just get more hurt than others.

Bragging is unacceptable.

Boasting means arrogance.

Being proud of yourself requires attention.

Confidence in your abilities is not bragging.

I know my worth.

I deserve respect.

I enjoy my life.

Mistakes have been made.

I have tried to own up.

Some things will never be made right.

The past is the past.

I now look toward the future.

Working together.

Building together.

Being together.

Are we together?

Or am I living in a fantasy world?

Dissolve instantly

into nothingness

yet still has volume

to fill you up.

Tell me directly

what you want.

If you hint I may not get it,

or worse I’ll ignore it.

Ask me or tell me what you want.

I have trouble with ambiguity.

Standing a room with no floor.

We built so high.

Up to the sky, sky.

Don’t you dare look down.

You might see you are further away from the top each second you fall.

The milk is on the floor.

The water swirls down the drain.

Juice leaks through the cracks.

A pot boils over.

Exploding soda can.

My life feels like I am one paper towel trying to clean this all up.