Control

A songbird sings for you as the sun rises, yet you still grow weary, and even elucidate to expect more.

A shadow at accompanied moments, but still here and very much alive. I contemplated, and no two minds can mingle so parallel that they become ONE mind beating restlessly in two bodies. So, in what direction will you deliver me now? In a place to call home, but to that which does not resemble where I am most comfortable.

We sit, we contrapose.

You order, I dream.

The sun rises, the sun falls.

Your sunglasses go on,

I take it's light in stride.

A train comes, a train passes.

I count the cars and wonder where it would take me if I dared let it

You glance at your watch and drum your fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

Sometimes indifference just sets in and it's less complicated. Alas, I am not passive. I do not feel passive, I do not think passively. I see you, I hear you, but I cannot adhere to that which contradicts my entire being, my reasons, my choices, my march, my passion. What is compromise but a vow to give you the key to my chains on a silver platter? Compromise does not consist of your agreement, it consists of mine.

But, oh, how you whisper such endearing things when I have given you all that I have, when I have tossed you my life.

You never ask where I've hidden my thoughts

or if they have ever existed in the first place ( I might have forgotten they existed too). I admit that I find such raw physical form erotic, those without thought. It is easier.

I no longer know.