quickie

[wonderingwhere]

life shifts, turns, shakes and pulls
and my feet fall from beneath me
back on the ground, my face to the sky
stomach knotted from the butterflies

it seems all eyes are upon me
yet nobody knows my name
and the irony is that these thoughts never quite
make themselves that clear to me
to ever really shake them free
to ever really brush my jeans
get the dirt off my shoulder

let's try this again