by Devin Mitchell Durbin24 May 2014
I think I'm back at the crossroads
looking at all these signs
leading forwards, backwards, upwards
and from side to side.
I'm losing ground. I'm losing sleep.
I think I'll get this if I can just stop
the burning in my feet.
So it's something unprofessional
and I hold it dear
that I'm running and holding on
to my dear dear life.
I want a future beyond what I have in my strife
It's melancholy that keeps cutting like a knife
that leaves me severed from the might
and the hope that is a deep constant expectation
that no matter what if I trust
I can expect it.
I love this life I lead
even if I don't deserve it.