never quite enough
and sometimes far too much
of all the right things
that no one knows or sees
left standing here
puzzling how I came to here
still sit
listening to the thrashing of wind
the dark night
the sound of ambiguity waiting
it probably
doesn't mean anything
falls the first time
and I haven't stopped yet
the shadows will stay
I'm in the usual fix
and always second best

copyright raven victoria erebus 2004