Well, I’ve sat here alone too long,
too long to sit and think.
Now I am tangled in my own noetic rationality.
One in which, without reservation, I have left
this day to day banality.
Is this so bad?
For now I am conscious of life lived through
the emotion of poetry rather than the reason
I know you’re the only one who would change
their focal point with me…so hurry back
before I can no longer clearly see.