Pisaries Creator

When I’m sitting down, full of my own stink,

I wonder many things most people think about.

The problems continue to spin around,

at a fast pace, never slowing down when it should.

And I’m not sure who will replace the darkness within,

shine a light on it, and send it on its way.

There is a presence here, a kind of shadow,

whether remaining sitting or the courage to stand,

I am on the highway to somewhere.