somber steps
of a misinformed man
knowing without knowing
is worse than the end.

'youre wrong about me'
he says a final word
scraping against my lips
but no longer settling so deep
that i am succumbed and entangled.

because of this long term unsettling
i am far from safe
i dove for discomfort
i was compelled to compromise

results are obsolete
when no one wants to change
our future holds the objects we carry
displaced by
misfortune in time.

i am the depth
i am the road
i am the impossible
you long to hold.