Jun 2019
How do you know what to do
When you have no idea
No idea
No idea
What to be…?
How do you know how to feel
When you have no idea
How to feel
What to say
Or just exactly what to do…?
How do you know how to live
When you have no idea
No idea
No idea
What tomorrow wants…?
How do you know what to think
Or how to live
And no idea
What to do
Or what to be
Or how to feel…?
Right now
I have no idea
No idea
Simply no idea…
When you have no idea
No idea
No idea
What to be…?
How do you know how to feel
When you have no idea
How to feel
What to say
Or just exactly what to do…?
How do you know how to live
When you have no idea
No idea
No idea
What tomorrow wants…?
How do you know what to think
Or how to live
And no idea
What to do
Or what to be
Or how to feel…?
Right now
I have no idea
No idea
Simply no idea…
I don't recall exactly when I wrote this poem--standing at the brink of my future--but at the time I excised part of it and have posted it here earlier on its own:
I hear the past
laughing
calling
sobbing
and crawling
back on its filthy hands and knees
begging to get back in
clawing to get back in
crying out loudly
howling, chafing and aching
to get back in
to get back in
I hear the past
laughing
calling
sobbing
and crawling
back on its filthy hands and knees
begging to get back in
clawing to get back in
crying out loudly
howling, chafing and aching
to get back in
to get back in
