Not Yet

knowing me

you are looking tired

better than what I'm meant for

more than a sounding board

through your troubles and doubts

I fear

it'll never really appear

seconds after you disappear

for none of us know the purpose

of a dove

flown above the tub

don't take such an opposing thought process

to what may be and

to what is

in my hand

frantic to establish a motive

halfway in between a rock and a christ

who stops at a moments notice

of the slightest notice

of the wrong method

of finding out how to be right