I Was Not What I Seem Like

Dean Sobers

There in spirit,
but my spirit was distracted.
I wasn’t involved.
I wasn’t following the madness.
Did I see what I saw?
or am I seeing what I should have seen
but didn’t see?
Either failure’s a failure,
and now my hands are empty.

Lie on the dusty ground.
I was not what I seem like.
I was not what I seem like.

Wrench, wrench the hag up off my chest.
Silence, silence. Please, what will stop her breath?
I’d give two hours off my life to make tonight one longer.
Eleven things cats love the most. The Honda Point disaster.

I wasn’t there.
I was