the house is too big my office too small and all the nooks and crannies collect the dust and dead skin cells and my brain clouds with memories of all the time in my life I've spent trying to push the ocean out to sea and you, calling for me to ease up to take to the water and put up sails, and rudders and let the earth direct me with currents and breezes and bougainvillea blossoms on dirty city streets I do not understand why I have a capacity for self-reflection but such a deficit of understanding, and labor, to solve the riddles of my life. like a grocery store with empty checkstands for want of labor for lack of fund while the line grows insistently longer until you drop your basket, and drive home, defeated. Who will I sing for? In a world populated by children scared young people raised by other scared young people I will be crushed by a stone my glasses shattered but that does not frighten me what I want is to be able to sense that I am not a fool that my cause is just that my heart, true my love absolute my confidence and pride appropriate