I stretch to understand
and while I don’t
I complain and feel badly for myself
I don’t realize I feel badly
I don’t realize I complain
Until I see it, written in front of me
Like a little boy
Who wants the world to be different
but doesn’t know how to
and likes being taken care of.
This is good to see
Despite the shame and embarrassment
This is the way it is
until it isn’t.
So much comedy in trying for it to be different
the comedy is lost on me (at first)
but it’s comedy alright,
and comittment to fantasy
including being a very serious boy about things
and being sure
Who knows if any of that is true
whether I act like it or not.