He closed his eyes
And was alone
He held his hand and felt it grow

He had become
A gyroscope
All wound inside and no control

And all the tiny tendrils
How they longed for reassurance
As the little boxed-in bushes

Pay the price of perseverance

A wasted day

Had come and gone
He searched his wrist for extra time
And finding none

To his remorse
He pulled the plug and left for good


He cracked a smile
And no one laughed
"I'm just an inside joke," he thought

But who was he
To say his thing to anyone about this stupid selfish stuff?


And all the tiny tendrils
How they longed for reassurance
As the little boxed-in bushes

Pay the price of perseverance

And he nibbles on his fingers

While he waits for the appointment
As the ?? of bonfires
Try to hide the disappointment


He closed his eyes
And was afraid

He held his hand and felt it grow