Inert

I know

pitiful laughs and lies

and joys and cries

and love and skies

that are most breathtakingly

blue

I know

the good and sad

the ugly and bad

the boiling mad

heating

up

up

up

till

explosion

reaction

no satisfaction

insatiable hunger

for

something

something

something

something

What is that something?

What do I need?

Do I want to go 

where no one ever went,

or

stay here and be?

Do I want to climb

past higher and higher heights,

or collapse

and forever sleep?

Do I want to try with all my might,

or is it just

mistaken fantasy?

Do I want to change and grow

and laugh and cry

and love and lie

and do and die,

or just stay

me?