I took all my why’s and what for’s one day
and threw em like confetti out the window
fluttering and cutting through the air
they just fell to the ground as the wind
picked up and the cars and people
mulled through the day dragging with them
my black confetti underfoot and tire
picking at em like stuck gum
confused in chaos
I watched just for a little as they disappeared
and the crowds dispersed with the morning
afternoon and night till all was quiet again
all but me shaking my unchained head
and doing a little jig with the birds.
I never really know what to do
I just get up and wing it
I’ve been winging it since
I was a little kid, when
I’d tie my hair in knots, pull it out and
I’d tuck it in the couch where no one could see
I wasn’t fooling anybody but
I’ve gotten here so
I think I’ll go a little longer while
I sit here pulling at my beard
I count one hair, two hair, three, no more.
Sit with yourself a while.
Sit with yourself a long, long while.
Sit until it hurts to sit any longer.
And it’s there you’ll find
who, what, where, when, and why
you are who you are.
It’s there too
you’ll find who you aren’t.