Love Me

Masters hunting

Haters hugging

Lovers keep waiting

and readers keep asking

the same questions,

with the same meanings.

Wavers from across the street

keep wondering if they need to.

 

I am me.

This is my story.

This is my writing.

This is me.

This is it pouring.

This is my timing.

 

I don't know where this is going.

I don't care what is all snowing.

Snowflakes, like people.

I don't know where this is going.

I don't care what is all-knowing.

Music, like the voices and ears.

 

Listen to me, because I can't hear my own voice. Tell me what I'm saying. Why can't you understand me? Tell me what I'm trying to say to you! I don't understand me. God is sounding... sounding mean. Music is everything.