tale to tale

Hard thoughts push through numb days,
An urge to get up and go
But that weighing force is ever present
On a lonely summer’s day.

Control shoots out at blank range,
Achievement is little and unseen
Like a blunt dart that falls from the board
But you know this would happen when you woke up.

If looks could kill
I’d be a pacifist,
Feigning contact from eye to eye,
But ever present in my head,
That with one thought I could make you explode.

It’s a full-time job,
The ever present anti-sociallist
To hide in the shadows in clear light
And hear every word but react to none.

It’s hard work, but someone’s got to do it.