my cup of tea
1:26 p.m. - 2004-02-22
change swirls around me
as i try to drink tea in my favorite chair
why is life like this?
?you.me.us.her.him.them?
my muscles can't relax
nor heart, nor mind
i'm losing what felt solid
and try to compensate with new
but new is not old
and what never happened can't be truth
(.spinning.spinning.spinning.)
most days i attempt to ignore the facts
and continue to play into this illusion
until what is real refuses to be stifled anymore:
i prefer a soft bed to any chair,
and i've always hated the taste of tea.