after all,
they had this and they had that
and some of them –
played the game with a crooked bat

you gave me such highs
but so often,
just got me down

god, i love you
there you are
in front of my eyes

feels muggy today
i pull open the window blinds
and i think,
what became of the boy?

being exposed?
i feel that every day
the eye of judgement
trained upon me

do you read just what you want to believe
or do you have actual curiosity to feed?
are the pages you turn just the ones you want to turn
or is there an actual desire to learn?