Having trouble fitting in
Going nowhere, it seems
Am I supposed to reach out,
Nestle into the arms that will hold me?

Or revert back in.
Yes.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.

The obsolete nature of human beings startles me so
This repetition
repetition, repetition
Tell me.

Am I meant to do it too?
I'm finding it hard to keep my pace,
to save face.
And so,

Predictably I stumble and I stagger
Up this hill that everybody else is sloping,
that inadvertently pulls me toward adulthood
Towards experience.

Please, let me go at my own pace
You can walk it too, if you like
Or you can go off at your own
And we will be separated