Expected of me

Take a good look at this lump inside

me. This tar pit jar that is filled to the brim.

Still one more day I leak out. Absorbing a 

translucent individual. One particular

rant is seen over and over.

Time trickles endless words inside a vague

soul. Not wandering, not lost just waivering.

A flick in the wind then I am gone.

Prerhaps the depth of despair and 

rejection is harsh within. Just standing

still outside. Cold, frost window seaping 

warmth within.

How do I walk?

Oh these days in a somber dance. 

Played upon by plastered smiles. 

Continuous, vibrant quake yet 

sifted to a finer grain.

Still I sit, so unclear of my direction

and even more so I set new goals.

Relearning. Releasing. Once again,

finding out waht is expected of

me.