It is what it is.
In the great *** of everyday life,
contexts mix at will.

You never know
whether the interpretation of words and actions
will stand kindly on your side.

And what if the perspective of others
obscures some truth about you?

You produce words,
uselessly explaining why.

Silent, you gain nothing.
Speaking boldly, you often damage relationships
and what you have built with love
over the years.

Once I was a preserver
a wayfarer
a maker
but later
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver

I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser

we don't talk
is this a deadlock?
i'm stuck
can we just take a walk?
near the shore i set up a hammock
where we can ignore the ticking clock