7:12

its like laying out a tablecloth
with settings placed for five
you wait and sadly sip your wine
but no one does arrive

im standing steadfast in the middle
of manhattan's screaming streets
the cars and people pass through me
im where they cannot reach

i exist in twighlight mist
as it settles before sun
im nowhere and i'm everywhere
ive stopped--i've just begun

its as simple as a paradox
my mind- my every thought
im stubborn, but im passionate
i am what i've been taught

i do not know my problems
i know my fears too strongly
i don't know where i'm going
but here--i don't belong

i know theres something missing
im wanting something more
im needing something higher
above this life du jour