Trying to hang on
Onto the reasons
Attempting to make sense
Of the repercussions
and the consequences
Of how and why
I got

H-----E----R-------E
r.i.g.h.t.h.e.r.e.

HERE
right now

Trying to recall
What life is like
Free of this weight
That's weighing me down

h.....E.R.....e
(on quicksand)

Holding me back

here
(in this wasteland)

Who knew that a black cloud
Could consist of such a merciless girth?

Who knew
That colored boys of this particular hue
Of indigo blue
Can never
Shed their shade
Or pin on wings

and fly away...?



.dp.