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