You or I.
Nothing is ever exactly as dreamed.
So tell me, tell her, if unexpected is better
Tell him, in whispers, more than to the letter
Tell me, why futures should be fettered.
Tell me, why my ‘as it should be’-
Why is so much chaff
Why is ‘enough for me’
If there is more, et c’est ne pas comme il faut
What is worth countless facets and flaws
What is, and what is more, than a girl worth fighting for?
Where can me and mine, find our grail and more?
Have I chosen wisely, have I chosen poor?
Already, but only just nearing twenty-four.
Searching for, or serving cause, or looking for something more-
Third camp is where I fall.
Thirst forgive me my selfish want for more,
Knowing existence can only offer so much more,
God above, is this dream enough?
Asking for the much that existence in its greatest could never offer up.
Asking for wisdom, life and love,
Forgoing yet following custom and tradition,
How do you love a walking bag of contradiction?
Am I scattered, are you shattered.
Present, intentional, vulnerable.
I am trying and have tried to muster
Minute and moment, does your life fluster?
So much to say, I’ve forgot the plot, that life-