Lemon Seed
What am I now?
I know there is some purpose to all this.
This life, this heart that won’t stop for a second guessing.
I’d like to read more if time didn’t seem so invaluable.
All I have done is followed by the chuckle and “Just messing.”
I am. I am just messing.
Messing everything up from what it could/should be.
I can never see correctly with my fool eyes.
I like to steal, cheat, tell extravagant lies.
If only I were wise.
It seems clear to me now that it will end.
Perhaps after an ugly e—mail or text being sent.
My life will be over indeed.
I know they will like to say
"He was okay, nice,
very like a lemon seed*."
