not seen am i
have i no connection to the world
feel i no connection to it’s depths
lost and floundering am i
when i am in your eyes
but i rise to a place of sad solitude composed comfort inside
let go i
do not see me as for or against i
have little interest i in
either side of the fence, i
do not sit upon it’s changing line
either i
dig a hole or climb a tree and go inside.
dig a hole or climb a tree and go inside.