Coin of Life
I feel
a great many things
at any given
moment. Which, I
suppose, should be
better than
when I used to feel
a great deal of nothing; emptiness.
//
However,
during the time
of Great Emptiness,
I lost my way
to understand
the goings-on. Inside
is like a party. But
I was only invited
out of pity.
//
Never-me-mind.
I never liked parties
anyhow, anyway.
Now
too many party goers;
going, talking --
pulling for attention.
//
Two sides
of the coin of life,
and I-
I crave the middle.