No Reason
I sidestep
and they strut
A loose cannon ready to go off
and all thats left is to jack off these feelings
still reeling from that catastrophe that blinds it all
the distant light at the end of the hall
but my feet
my feet trapped so deep in ideas
ideas that have no answer
thoughts that play around this cranium like tiny dancers
no solution
no drama script to act out my resolution
but it is there
in silence
in patience and
im sure one day it will be clear