Muster the whys
I need them to cling to
Feeble reasons
Will do.
Gather the hows
To have a semblance of a plan
To pretend
To have a chance.
Take what I need
Leave what is mine
Wait; grab my thoughts
Shuffle.
Then - now
Chase after change
Reroll the die
Unsatisfied.
Wandering sewers
I lay my pipe dreams
Backwards, forwards,
Sideways, nowhere.
Upwards?
Not
Yet...
I should go.
