Time lies still, in between pursuits
Draw a blank on “What can I do?”
Hard to be my own coach
From a hard place and catching jobs
To being someone who has had her run
The world keeps turning
Time catches my emptiness in the margins.
That empty feeling when work is done
Rushing confusion. Rushing confusion.
Pain. Pain. Pain — blank.
What was I doing again?
And then I think of you.