Poem - They Come and Go
You gape at my inefficacy to trust
When day by day the people I meet
Blanch in and out.
A world in metamorphosis
Precariously unstable for my already wavering state of mind…
They don’t understand me. What am I to do?
Conform to their ways, or stand stubbornly by what I believe is right?
Time is of the essence; I’ve learned my lessons so late.
Is there time to be saved?
