I’m here and nowhere else.
Maybe my problem is that I can only see the end.
My flaw is that I look back most and look forward least.
I can’t see the present.
I’m here and nowhere else.
I’m free or so I believe.
I’m free
for the evening.
I’m here and waiting
for the present to fall through into the past.
Nowhere else.
Now here and nowhere.
I’m free.