mintou

There is a moral dilemma at hand
Always it seems
That dust turns to dirt
And I'm once again
Cleaning up after a mess
I feel I didn't make
Vague and misunderstood
Where did I meet you?
May be at the mall
Where teenage girls
Shop and sulk
Mystery and faintness
Collide here
Under all things I know
Its there
Waiting to be unwrapped
The only gift I feel I shake
Too often
Impatient and quiet
I feel I didn't make
The cut


Written: April 6, 2007