I thought
quite truly
that the world as it is
sat down rather cruelly
atop and atilt
my sad little shoulders
Silly I know
and not quite that sane
But feelings will be
so oft' the taffy
'twixt the gut and the brain
Not the world though
no...
not nearly at all
but rather I think
it is more
of a golf ball
I heft it and heave it
and carry it while
I pretend I don't see it
barfing back the fake smile
A golf ball is small
and light as a feather
but to lift it
somehow
it feels I will never
quite
get it
up
there...
I try and try and then
say that I can't.