Wriggling

[june 9 2008]

"If I could tell the world just one thing it would be, 'We're all okay,'
Not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.
I wont be made useless.
Wont be idle with despair."
--Jewel, Hands

What am I really supposed to do?
Go on following, falling in holes...
What am I really meant to do ?
Go on watching the heat as I freeze in the cold.

Is it cold? Am I groggy,
from all this lost sleep..
Am I wasteful?
Am I sloppy?
All the things that I hate...

Hate, what a word, what a bitter taste on my tongue,
It's not something i need,
Nor something I want.

But want. Does it matter what I want?