Don't know what's going on,
Embedded deep within my own concerns,
Not able to function,
In a way that would suffice for normal,
If that be what you want,
No theme, no production, no direction,
Only a hotel room as my old haunt,
Soon it will be left behind and then what?
Will I be more rooted?
More theme? More Production? More direction?
End what the old coot did?
You won't get that,
Maybe in a few years.
Until then I will have to keep living,
And too stop writing about my own fears.
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