i see what i get

the motion of walking--right foot, left foot

takes me nowhere, although

in this trickery path that has left me

perspiring in a sweat of guilt

pushes me to a house

a frolicking, aged house

starting to slump at the sides

but its rear still adamant about standing

and i see you in the window sill

perspicaciously grazing over my state

see that my hair has become something you can't even decipher

my statuesque stance quickly shrinking

a mere boy shooing me away with one solid stare

but i see everything

and you do not approve of my wiles

sitting behind a glass

that keeps everything nice and somber

as i walk--right foot, left foot

into the troubled airs

of this time

my time--your time too

you choose to ignore

as i behold everything

from the darkest sky to the dreary, stretching sun

as you sit behind your tepid, sagging cover