I’ve found you lurking in the shadows,
bullying me to submit to you,
berating and mocking my conviction,
my relent to release my living to you.
I know who you are and pity you,
anxiety, how lonely you must be,
to want to devote all your ambition to me.
There is no home for you here,
I don’t live in yesterdays grave,
nor tomorrow’s dream,
but stuck in the middle with me,
in the present, in the now,
you lay like a wounded animal,
begging for my attention.