waiting for the full circle
just don’t how long
I have to hang in there
gripping my bed tight
clenching for God
like a passenger
worried about myself
for once in my life
due to other’s
put upon
like a conduit
for a dumping ground
which I already said
use your dreams
or your own imagination
mistaken identity
obviously
ready for lift off
ready to cry
and leave it all behind
ready to ground
now I frown
uncommon place
right on my face
but there is a smile in my eyes
that can’t be foretold.
