I’m losing my soul.
It’s not enough, to make it.
You might say, “What would you need to make?”
I create my own life
It’s difficult to want, the high hanging fruit
if you don’t have a way to get it.
My competence is in decline…
the dream, is only a dream
With desperation, I control, only what I can see
My neediness is always in the background
until I want the fruit—
so far, out of reach
and then I rear up,
and give up
because neediness, needs.
I was not feeling well, by myself
And a helpful family-member told me, “You need to feel well, before you can spend time with others.”
So, I got to where I was feeling good—and then I didn’t need to.
The things that this life can offer
I don’t want
I am content to be dead
Is this what they were talking about?
The trappings of life, are bait, for traps
the pleasure wheel,
where we don’t want to go
All I want
is to be needed
it’s a neediness
we all need.