Too many times
    with our outstretched arms
        reaching for nothing more
             than something different
Because of our own resignation to entitlement
A few steps back
       and some faith in ourselves
Lets us occasionally, wave the bus on
Knowing,
It is not going anywhere
        we haven't already been
___________

A fairly constant search
       For that comfortable perch
              Where things seem better
                                  than they actually are
                             But not too far
                                   away from the turmoil
                             That might spoil
                             The perfect idea
                                       that actually isn't
                              But seems so
                              In too high a tree
___________

Restored
      A bit of self sense
      No longer on the defense
      About the bits of me
                  that aren't  for rent
A calm, laying down
        of my bruised hands
In the acknowledgement
         that no one understands
         My brief shadows
                   on a good day
         Let alone the long day
                    where shadows cannot be made
_____________

I'll give you a piece of my mind
It's in my back pocket
The one without the wallet
The one with nothing
But my *** to kiss