tangent # 2 April 14

rather smartly
I withdraw from my wired office,
all abuzz with fine details
of how we are the best of the lot
who are trying to change the world.
I remember lots of things
which somehow I’d lost,
the dense clutter of each morning
and each lonely night.
this month is all waiting.
what will next month be?
maybe hiding away, or maybe I’ll be happy
every now and then?
imagining the impossible
is worth the effort,
I swing on the railings of my balcony…
sometimes I feel light.
light. as if all I have to do is
what I can remember now.
rest is all worthless and stupid.