I live not in the present tense,
but I tend to think I do.
I die everyday when the sun goes down,
and awake even bitter to the sounds.
Control I can’t
Forget I can’t
I’m stuck
for I don’t know how to see.
I don’t know where to commit,
how,
and why I should.
I’m breathing
but it’s coming out a sham.
-HC
