i’m not lost just vibin
just vibin g
what can i say now
all grown up
when others are doctors
or people who seem normal in the head
who have pockets where they keep their bus pass
and get meal tickets
and they go home every evening
to eat dinner with their families
and when they look out the window
feeling a jab of lust for something
there’s no lingering on the inner voice
that says, in chinese,
what’s the deal, dude? is that all there is?
i have nothing to say and i need to say it.