I don’t know how to tell you that this isn’t what I wanted.
Sometimes it is best to leave it all dead,
To sit calmly on the verge of chaos,
Looking down at it all and being sure it is meant for
It’s own meanings, purposes, thoughts wandering blindly at night.
I’m not interested in a rekindling, a great awakening,
A series of things you didn’t mean at the time,
Now decidedly a mistake for having not felt them.