most will remain an enigma
that woman with those legs
and the dress or the man that
checks his watch with no one
showing up around him
because their story 
that they’re telling
won’t be any different
than the one before

no matter what they say
I can feel them pulling 
that answer 
they want
that I know I have

and I’m tired of the same old
of parentless woe 
of the one that got away
of the one that’s stuck
of the one who is dying

we’re all there
we are all there

but we don’t have to be