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.