Somehow some way, I find myself counting days, Losing track as the second hand Slaps my ass and greets me On the way out. Bow down bend and break To the in-betweens, in me I ask so many questions To let the dead rest But those ghosts weigh me down I never come around To the faces I would drown One by one ‘til I’m the odd one out, Somehow some way I’m failing to connect with every thought Not mirroring mine, pleasing who will do. Whatever I say. Yearning, longing, and Other verbs that indicate Wanting, to flush away the hate Somehow some way I beg for the comfort and Familiarity of conformity While patting myself On the back, one hand clapping For my adversaries I’m closest to For my friends I’m furthest from