
What do I feel, I don't know
and frankly I could not care more
than that. Like this poor fish
that I found perched on top of
house in my city, I too feel
out-of-place and out-of-joint
these days. Nothing seems to be going
as it should, but who am I to complain
sure my faith is better than this
poor fish here. Even so I am not happy
in my unhapiness, I don't know what
I really want, what I am looking for,
what I would love to do, at times I
feel like crying, other times I feel
like just up and go and don't stop
until I ran out of steam, but then
I know my feel, my body, my mind and
my guts are too tired to even cross
the street, so who am I kidding!!!
no one other than myself.