Look Below You
This haze of static white is on my mind,
in my eyes, and on my skin. Clouding everything
I see and know, feel and think. However,
what else is there other than this static?
Could there be more if I just cleared it
away? Possibly answers and clarity?
Beyond this pestilence, this utter annoyance,
there could be what I am looking for.
Unlikely. The odds of clarity being found with
the swipe of a hand clearing away a spider’s web,
or Windex on a grimy pane is laughable to the fact where
I hate myself for
even considering it. Yet here I am
with the answers possibly in front of me. Maybe not in
front- off to the left, or behind me. Somewhere
that I have not yet looked. I just know that I
want them to be in my head right now. There are moments
when the particles form one solid blank sheet,
no possible way I can clear that away. At moments like
this I am humiliated by the blankness. Robbed of dignity,
degraded for its pleasure. It is a moment like this
that I am reminded; there is a life vest under my seat.
in my eyes, and on my skin. Clouding everything
I see and know, feel and think. However,
what else is there other than this static?
Could there be more if I just cleared it
away? Possibly answers and clarity?
Beyond this pestilence, this utter annoyance,
there could be what I am looking for.
Unlikely. The odds of clarity being found with
the swipe of a hand clearing away a spider’s web,
or Windex on a grimy pane is laughable to the fact where
I hate myself for
even considering it. Yet here I am
with the answers possibly in front of me. Maybe not in
front- off to the left, or behind me. Somewhere
that I have not yet looked. I just know that I
want them to be in my head right now. There are moments
when the particles form one solid blank sheet,
no possible way I can clear that away. At moments like
this I am humiliated by the blankness. Robbed of dignity,
degraded for its pleasure. It is a moment like this
that I am reminded; there is a life vest under my seat.