My acting?
Your indifference?
It matters not,
in the end...

We each have a path to follow.
Some are blessed.
Some are cursed.
And for some
there are no words,
just a slick
oily pit
with no ladder or foothold.

Sad? Yes.
Jaded? No.
Bitter? The easy path.

Still,
I won't quit the task.
I fight with rage,
seeking peace ...
my private paradox.

And you ...
think I am so together
as I drink my morning coffee ...