Am I going to or coming from them?
problem solving
number one, then
number two is
who am I
to wonder in this way and why?

when I want to sleep these thoughts
keep me awake,
it's them and who they are that
keeps me on the edge,
like some door ajar, I
cannot close,
even in repose
I am alert.

Sweat drips as my shirt slips from my back
it's them,
my jaws, slack,
my body taut,
I ought to know by now that
going to or coming from is linked and
yet somehow,
I cannot bow to that conclusion.

And for sure
some things are certain,
but it seems a curtain's drawn across
my eyes
and certainty lies somewhere
far behind that blind.

If I never know
to come or go and what it is or
where I am
and what it is, that makes me the man
who wonders why, the
certainty is
that I shall die and if
ignorance is bliss, then in
ignorance,
I'll kiss my **** goodbye