Come Back to Yourself
You
timidly moving through the world
shy and wistful
uncertain,
of all the lights,
all the sounds,
and all the places.
All the inscrutable faces
appearing busy
and intent,
feeding egos
which open their mouths like hungry hatchlings,
and nip and bite
constantly.
You know the people
some of them
knew them?
You stare
but never meet their eyes
It is perhaps embarrassing to you
falling behind
you realize.
Cars, pools, houses, spouses
trips, tags, handshakes, prizes.
May be you should try being clever
being clever
like a rat in a maze
figuring out where the cheese is;
it's evolution,
but cleverness makes you vomit
and you wish to not be around
all this cleverness
so you don't get friendly
and retreat into nihilism.
Sometimes you have seen your own face break
all the ugliness and shame pours out
through the cracks
audibly
and you hope nobody hears
this unprincipled moaning
it’s embarrassing.
in fact, call the whole situation
entirely unwholesome.
Agitate or levitate?
troubled by the chase
wait
come back
come back to yourself:
and all that the world takes from you
- faith, hope, foolishness, dreams -
shall be restored.