The snow hardens
and darkens
with the comings and goings of my plans.
My failed execution of the greatness I have yet to purpose
I need to cry.
I need to feel the dentist drill my teeth.
I need a peek at what life really has in store for me…
(as if I don’t have sole control)
Am I so far off from the vagrants who harass me daily?
Flung shit in a subway car
Can I ever be happy in the city that doesn’t sleep-
taking my dreamings and dreaming time down their darkest sewers