you want a positive me
a version,
that just walks across the sea
who did you know then?
who did you see?

these last few months
have been breathtaking
exasperating
and heartbreaking

it is scandalous
that the mentally locked away
and the rest of us,
feel like we are in an asylum anyway

i know you will say,
once again,
that my attitude is too much
and it is never calmed by the pen

not in a large number
say, similar to a herd
just a few to keep me warm
and a few special words

the ones,
about what i should be
but they were not really promises
and that was never me

i was dreaming of a city
where my streets
were paved with gold

i got so tired
and i got run down
it is a feckless world
and it dragged me around

there is no answer
not even –
in the lines of my hands

it is easier to believe
than to move people,
so they can see
the skills you need
take their toll