You and I pack our schedules
To keep from getting bored.
The world is full of interesting things
And we like to engage.
We get that life is short,
And we have no patience for pettiness.
Give us realness and depth, or don’t bother.
Some might say we’re intense.
You came and told me much,
With an openness that is usually earned over time.
And I am left feeling like I bellied up to a fire hose:
Filled up and flung out.
And I wonder: what can I do for you?,
Even though I suspect that is not the question.
No comments:
Post a Comment