Why am I so reserved, you ask?
I was lost at sea and gulped some water,
And taking a bit longer
To recover
Than expected.
Why do you hide your fears and dreams and wants and needs within you,
Letting someone else erect from your mouth?
Because then I am full of at least something that resembles being full.
Why do you let another voice shoot slimy trails
Out to the rest of the world,
Build unreliable bridges, full of potholes of unpatched lies?
I would fix them up with truth, but the grass in my fields is all worn out,
I don’t trust the thatch.
Yes, that’s what’s inside me.
Though its acidic and consuming,
I’d rather waste in lava than wander in a vacuum.
