My finger turn green
as I play back and
forth trying and straggling
to be better at what
I want. Struggling I
see a faint hope in
my work something I
haven't felt in a long
time.
and then there is an
accompaniment playing
along with me. Something
odd yet beautiful something
foreign yet familiar something
dark but brilliant.
I reject the duet
wanting to be alone as
which it should be.
I don't think I can take
anymore of this.
