It’s All Good, I Guess

Somewhere there I made a mistake,
for the roots never did take
and the wind blew me away,
to land somewhere some other day

Days of confused circumstances
of darting glances that seek
to see without connecting, for they
seek some way of protecting
the self from harm
Wariness verges on alarm

And it becomes a burden
to be aware
enough to even care
Where’s my next
shot of oblivion
going to be coming from?

Who cares?
It’s musical chairs
The music stops,
I’m the odd one out
The penny drops,
and I see:
There’s no one there for me

Somewhere there I made a mistake
My dreams are so brittle
that they break
as soon as I awake

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