un-

it seems as though it would be simple
love
everything else seems so right
but in all that i have
there is nothing at all

full to the brim with compassion
heart as big as the sun
ready to hold and be held
and maybe that's it
i'm the only one waiting for it

the other shoe is half way dropped
pronated in its descent to the side of the bed
clanging and banging with indecency
one time, that's all you get

i don't have to prove myself to anyone
because i know what this is again
i know where this was, where it's going
it's been there before

stuck in the cycle of tenacious oblivion
merry merry merry
go round