“When I look down, I miss all the good stuff
And when I look up, I just trip over things…” Ani Di Franco
So tightly wound
countless rounds of rejection and defeat
he sees the world as his enemy.
They’re not all out to get you, little man.
The anger seething between grinding teeth
he looks longingly, desperately.
My heart holds you
amid a fluorescent hallway
Two steps in front of me
So far out of reach