There is a love, if love it is
Which contradicts my thoughts
That trips me up, repeatedly
That love should distort
Or distract our imaginations
To gift pain intertwined with pleasure
Yes; over seas, over mountains
Feelings leap and bound
Taking all, or taking nothing
Yet I will wait, and wait
For such joy is for conquering
Such hope is unforgettable
There is love, if love it is
Which catches us out
That I have many chairs
To choose to sit in
And many books
In which to write
That I have these opportunities
As I listen to one of 19,800 songs
Says much about my need
To wallpaper over the doubts
Or you might say
To help me focus on the position
To dispel my thoughts
Through concentration on the certainties
Would that I could half-believe it
But for I being I, I alone know
There are frailties
I stand
I stand there
As only I may remember
As only you may recall
I stand
Looking both ways
Wondering
Which way to go
I stand
Outside your window
Knowing, that this time
This time will stay with me
That the years
Only intensify
The unknowingness
I have no tears
Yet not without reason
For I do reach out
To put myself into darkness
What there to find
Other than stitched together patches
Of right, wrong, and worst of all
Abysmally indifferent
I did dress well
Several of you said so
Yet only the twisted trees
How to be
So confused
Not even to know
How or why to worry
To feel quite low
Even though
There is no need
For any despondency
Except that you throw
Your self to the wolves
And as we can show