So much to hope for
And so little time left
I'm pacing
And bleeding
And bleeding
As I pace the room

What can I say
Except jerk
Cup of coffee
Spinning through my mind
As a reflection of itself

What have I done
To deserve
Such painful

Things are going pretty well
But I cannot see it
And I cannot see
Because I'm blind
To truth
And falsity

Hang in there
Some mutterings
From disembodied
Trains of thought
That got derailed

What was it that you wanted
When you accosted me
In the corridor?
Or maybe in the basement
Of a derelict house
I do not know

I don't mind
I'm happy just to jerk
Don't bother me
At this moment in time