Elusive

What am I doing, wasting my time?

Is this something I’m proving, or just for the dime?

I couldn’t project, though I did, yes I did

Just how this effect though unbidden would rid

 

My eyes of their glimmer, the mirth of it all

And trim my soul thinner, ‘til earthly it falls

To spatter and splat in the muck of the season

So matter-of-fact as to suck for no reason—

 

If there were intent in the heart of a foe

Hell bent to invent why I cannot go

Why then I could rage, direct my awareness

At my cruel iron cage and glare at unfairness

 

But as it turns out I see I’ve elected

So narrow a route to remain disconnected

Though specifically why, just what the damn use is,

Still flitters on by, remaining elusive.