Right here

In the middle of May

In my cube

In my gut

In my head

I am perplexed

It’s crippling

Can’t seem to

Snap out of it

The wheel ruts

Are so worn,

Repetition

Of action, reborn



Right now

In this cosmic place

In my heart

In my soul

In my head

I am perplexed

At all the ripples

Can’t seem to

Grasp it

The complexity

The absurdity

My condition:

Forlorn