in return for your help.

isolated but not/lost.

watching everyone shuffle by, meddle, meddle

and yet i’m stranded in the middle, middle

of nowhere, tempted by these shadows to follow

dreams. if i were to follow these dreams, do i

gain anything? or am i still treading water; energy for

energy. all these people in the pool are peeing.

i know it. dirty bastards. and yet this urine is

clear.  this primal fear of people is clear.

i hate being hurt, rained upon, whether it

be excrement or just tap water.

i want to find appreciation out of all of this.

i want respect. love. honor. classic dribble.

what happens when i get it?