Where did all the blue skies go?
Because all I see above me are
Accusatory clouds wagging fingers in my direction.
When did the middle ground become a high-wire?
And why does the wire seem so out of reach?
When did “okay” become the American dream?
Orion, why do I treat you like a psychiatrist on my speed dial?
Ignoring you until I’m not, then impatiently awaiting your appearance?
Why, when I am unable to comprehend the devotion others show to religion,
Is the only word I have left – faith?
Why does it seem like the last time I knew
Where I fit in to the grand scheme of things
Was fifty-nine minutes before I finally knew
That this is me and that’s okay.
I spend too much time trying to put myself in a box
But that’s just because I never found one that fit.
Why, when I spend so much time amongst fictional characters,
Am I unable to spot someone fake?
I mean, my expectations for people in general are pretty low
And yet they still manage to disappoint.
I string words together like I’m rearticulating a skeleton.
But all anybody must hear is syllabic ramblings
Because no one ever speaks back.
I don’t know why that lady’s walking her dog at 2 am
But I think I scared her with my praying.
I guess neither of us expected the other to be there.
But this is my drive way.
Well, goodbye for now.