Sitting in the office,
Alone,
I let flies crawl over me.
I don't care.
I feel more dead
Than alive anyway.
Might as well look it.

Because I'm not in control,
And in that moment,
It's all I can do
To not throw a fit.
I seek to be a child,
Demanding it's way,
When a much Wiser Father
Says "no."

Teach me to walk better,
Saner,
Wiser,
That I may let things go.