I don't know what it is;
But many seem to think that they have it.
Some of them are even convincing.
Some even think, I think,
(Quite honestly)
That they do.
Because there's nothing to it.
Not a thing at all.
It is done
In the moments stolen from expectation
1. Unkept appointments
2. Long and terrible silences
3. The sickness of speaking
Until the machine is before you,
Like a mother taking her child in her arms
(Not like your mother ever did)
(Or mine for that matter)
(Or even many people's).
For you know; that
Whatever is said
However true
And however many lies it contains;
That
Like other people's dreams
Like a gush from a levee
Like a bullet from a gun
It goes on.
