You watch the winds, eyes glancing
So subtly many just don't notice.
Friends need to keep an eye on you
Because you won't decide until
You feel the breeze. It's always
Something like, we'll see, it's hard to tell;
Or, it's just the way it is, I could do nothing.
The passive doorway you monitor
Is the in and out for important things
But you mask it all in a helpless excuse
Of it's just the way things are.
Years of friendship seem shammy
As you step aside to the inevitable,
As you put it. I wonder why
Are you there holding the keys
When really you never take a chance
A stand, a hand and say, here,
Let me show you the, or a, way?
The people around know you are
Important only in the way you dodge
Decisions. You must be gotten
Around somehow like a winter pothole
Or a slow driver in the fast lane.
Risky it is to pass you, and not.
You are an unreal reality;
A shadow with a gun. A friend
Who is not in the end.
You prosper in your grayness.
You are near, but never at,
The height of things. Your role
Is to stop and turn and churn
The pot, to be the missed bone,
The one left standing, the spot on
The window that cannot be reached.
We stare through you wishing you
Were not there, but there you always are.
I sort of want to be you,
Only to stop what you do.

02/10/2011

Posted on 02/12/2011
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