lost in the has have had
i live life as you write it
one word after the other
like steps against the pavement
a silent, somber score
written for a film
i wasn’t meant to star in
this is what life is
my name scribbled
on the inside of your palm
with 10 digits i call mine
where you be, my little boy?
and when will you wake
this is just a deep deep sleep
pining for a complement
as if angles were meant
only to bend
and when will i know
life is just be being been