Must I
tiptoe
into my full
existence.
Must I
send anxiety
ahead
of my doubt.
Must I
sing sad songs
—poor comfort—
to this waiting
wanting
waiting
&wanting.
Must I
tell tall tales
of how
it never can be
other
than do not fast forward.
Must I
seek
bright lights
when I am power.
Must I
bob & weave,
while cast so far
a…drift
in some
“I just don’t know!”
Must I?
And who
the hell cares
about me
anyways,
life-jacket stripped—
Rats!
upon this sinking ship.