It's too easy to make them stop whining and be still.
Ignoring a trump ticket. Being rapid. Finding some place to loiter. Realizing I'm better.
Acknowledging the bead that saves your life.
Getting misunderstood. Somehow not looking the part that you've been playing. Maybe I'm at Disneyland. Maybe in a home getting everyone out the door for the day.
Maybe I'm a grouchy old woman stuck in bed out of place wherever I go.
Maybe I'm a kid leaving gym class, being taunted for having my number dialed.
Maybe I'm just stuck in between acts, urged to become more.
Maybe I'm a disgusting sex driven drug addict.
Maybe I'm being medicated. Maybe I'm just here for now, in a funk.
