They set on you
They set on you:
The sun, the hopes.
The moon, and neuroses.
And the rise follows.
Whatever you do,
whatever you get,
the first empty seat,
is not always the best.
What follows is more.
There is always a ringing in your ears.
More than just tinnitus,
it is an undercurrent of an unloved life.
But the challenges of this life,
always keep us healthily mad.
Better than unhealthy sanity,
I don’t know many things that compare.
So you could be the center of his world,
while you do your thing in yours.
Long hours of bliss and pain,
short windows of ecstasy in your contact list.
But you’re tracked and remembered.
Tired for a long time now.
Your proclivity for being noticed,
makes you a work of art in strange galleries.