Stuck inside.
Can’t draw it.
Can’t sing it.
Can’t dance it.
Tryin’ to write it but don’t know where to start.
Stuck inside.
Don’t know what it is.
Don’t know where it came from.
Don’t know why its there.
Tryin’ to find it but its hiding.
Stuck inside.
Won’t let me touch it.
Won’t let me quench it.
Won’t let me chase it.
Tryin’ to hunt but can’t see the invisible.
Stuck inside.
Doesn’t want to be found
Doesn’t want to come out.
Doesn’t want to let me loose.
Tryin’ to free myself but don’t know what’s got me.
Stuck inside.
Isn’t really a pain.
Isn’t really a joy.
Isn’t really a neutral.
Tryin’ to define it but it slips through the definition.
Stuck inside.
Shouldn’t be there.
Shouldn’t be nagging me.
Shouldn’t be calling me.
Tryin’ to reason it away but it stays.
Stuck inside.
Can it be the going?
Can it be the ending?
Can it be the beginning?
This thing that’s tryin’ to reach me.
Stuck inside.
Do I need it?
Do I want it?
Do I dare to pursue it?
This thing that’s tryin’ to reach me.
Stuck inside.
Will it hurt me?
Will it heal me?
Will it lead me?
This thing that’s tryin to reach me.
Stuck inside.
Does it know me?
Does it need me?
Does it want me to do something?
This thing that’s tryin’ to reach me.
Stuck inside.
Is it good?
Is it urgent?
Is it important?
This thing that’s tryin’ to reach me.
Stuck inside.
Should I reach for it?
Should I shy away from it?
Should I let it be and trust?
This thing that’s tryin’ to reach me.
Let it be and trust, but can I?
5/30/00