Saturday, March 19, 2005

poetry submission

I'm lost to myself right now
sitting down to write, wondering why it matters
why put forth the effort?
yes, yes... this is an outlet for obsessive thinking
but right now, the mind wants to sleep
yet these fingers remain active
writing these words of their own design
-a sort of doodling touching on diligence
decisions come with more resistance than questions
and with new decisions made,
I'm left feeling drained
and maybe even fulfilled
touched by the promise of new things thrust into motion,
I just want to sit back and observe for a while
to let life live itself through me
while pretending that I'm really here
I'll let you read of and into me,
but sometimes I'm harder to reach than you'd imagine
-sometimes I barely am