Sometimes I feel like I’m unraveling Everything within and without me is falling to bits So frail without a future. Sometimes there is nothing you can do. But have I done everything I could? Have I done anything? Or just run in circles chasing my tail? I can’t control my hands These hands which wound and bend me Which thrust inside my pockets When I try to wave Try to grasp At people, at straws. Which skew my words And tie my tongue And meld my lips And bind my heart so it cannot speak The terrible things I have told it. Somehow everything is come formless Graceless and the opposite of eternal And nothing I can do And nothing I can say Seems able to change its shape Or give it form Or even change a mind. To attempt is useless And faith is surreal And every single minute and momentous interaction Is pointless And doomed to find an end Buried to its hilt in disappointment. Maybe I ask too much. Maybe I love too soon And surely I feel too intensely With little thought to reality Or consequence. So maybe I should choose to give up Choose to give in. Choose to give only what I can spare Excise the nature that destroys and confounds me Purge the memories that control and enfold me Loosen my grip on the reality That only serves to best and befuddle my quaking mind. I can see no way to win and no reason to try.