am i part of this
what does it mean
i feel so out of place
it does not fit,
this funny face

why do i not fight more?
who do i not argue more?
stamp my feet,
slam the door?

i watched the world
run away,
from the seams
during the day
in its idle dreams

i would like to stop the pain
follow its trail
find the drain
find its destination

and wait till i get in
one of those knockout blows
because you know in life’s theatre
you have to wait before you go

we live –
and we learn
we build bonfires
only to watch our past burn