Chewing On Glass…

The dust it gathers across all the things
I said I was going to do
Words gathering up into a paragraph
Separated by commas I don’t know how to use
I could have learned this is true
But then I wouldn’t have been me and never
Met you… they say things happen for a reason
Sure why not lean on lazy writing
It doesn’t change the meaning of
What nothing means to us if we don’t know
Mainly guessing what I should say next
Is that good enough or not even trying?
I wouldn’t know anything about not being me
Empathy is only an idea that you understand
Is that good enough to tell you how to live
Ideally I don’t know of any other way
Than what I’ve been told
The loser is the one left out in the cold
Homeless and alone… glad you all made it
But despite you gathering I feel pretty alone
Hot and sweating but pretty much on my own
If that doesn’t make sense I’m glad
Because it shouldn’t but it does
To people like you and me…
The dust settles across everything
Still very much stuck in place
Paragraphs gathered up into something to say
Separated by semi colons which I hate
I think they look stupid and I don’t know
How they work in the context of a conversation
We are having in my head that I’m winning
Because there’s no counter argument
That should be enough, but it isn’t…

Found this and thought… Why not doing something different…