It’s the end of the last 84.
And I’m going to let myself feel all the
Things that I wouldn’t allow myself before.
It wasn’t as bad as it seemed –
So what would the crying be for?
Of that homeless man on the street
That I am determined to ignore
When he has no food to eat
And I’m just mad coz I dropped my meal on my floor.
I’m in public and people will see
And they’ll ask all these questions
I should remain silent in my anguish
Until I cannot feel it anymore.
The world is going to shit
And I’m sad that he didn’t call me.
I’ve lived so long without these things
It’s all so unimportant in the grand scheme.
Kids are out there with nobody to love them
And so, it seems inadequate to express my lonely.
I try so hard to get out
And when I do, everybody sees me.
I’m so quiet and uneventful
All I want is for somebody to notice the absence of me.
There are people out there going
Through some shit
And my drama doesn’t even seem so real –
I will sit in the presence of God and myself
And allow myself to feel
The apparently small things…