Opportunities are right outside my door. I ignore them when I try to create my own.
nothing on my calendar to offer up as an excuse
no illusion or confusion i got everything to lose
couple hours i been at the desk
what did i produce
did i crest
or get chewed
kinda young and even more naive about the way to move
call it cute i claim immunity to darkening the hue
i’ll get through to you to make a pledge
but i’m so obtuse
might get swept
like a fluke
threaded like a sweater with a collar full of thorns
every time i move i feel constricted by the pressure to conform
to ideas telling me to keep the norm
identity ripping hate on anything i’ve worn
never too reflective when i look at what’s in store
inventory weapons ammunition and explosives i’m at war
with an image of a barren desert storm
everybody fighting for the power to enforce
– D K T
