quarries of thought
turning a mind to stone
all those queries of fears;
quickening heartbeats from working my
livelihood. it all makes my worth it's home

and at a time I'm alone
i don't feel as low, underneath the opinions
of those less understanding
to so many people's branding; my many social suicides
of conversations left hanging
and always feeling like an unanswered call;
with all those intrusive thoughts constantly ringing

        repeat, repeat, rinsing out old dreams
        trying to stretch what time I have to achieve them
                 "time is made up of unpredictable wrinkles"

yet strangely enough, I have so much time
to love and hate people.  in part to be part of party people
going a couple few rounds with a rowdy group
and pretending to be like you, and playing what's left
of my youth

feeling always as the
alone, depressed, antisocial, introvert
in every room