I don’t know how you find me
through the mess.
I am impotent and passive because I don’t understand.
Brilliance comes at the
no one to hear or see or know what I know now, oh well.
Reach out, anyway. Search, anyway. Everything, anyway, is waiting
What did you want?
Where did you go? Where do we go? How do I find the multitude?
right? Easy, easy, like a light, always waiting to be turned on, a switch just for that purpose, to be flipped.