I'm not okay with how things are falling freely without
destination.

I'm not okay with the subtle eye contact,
the gentle nudge of our elbows meeting without
the slightest hello.

I'm not okay, I'm not okay.

I'm living in my past without
clear view of the future
a reality without
truth
for neither exist
only does the present.

And so I'm here thinking about you without
work to tide me over.
Again and again and again without
peace.

I'm not okay, I'm not okay.