too eager you say
i feel something
not knowing
what your lines might read
i've made my exit
but the rest is unwritten
so they tell me
if i have another cue
i don't know about it
and the critics can't understand
that i write not for them

as the walls close in
and time slows down
i miss your frame
hovering elegantly
over mine
perhaps you're my greatest critic
and so these words are not for you

infected though my mind is
the sisters have no pity
reality will not bend for me
so i run from her
as i run from him
without the eagerness i need

we cant all win the race
and i never was very fast