:/

how wrong to lean on the
edge of desire and doubt yourself
before even the chance to step off
into the abyss.

and how wrong to deplete
replete
repeat
and wonder why
you hurt in your soul
and feet.

birds do not doubt.
they fly.

horses do not doubt.
they run.

does the cog in the clock know
its purpose?
know that it moves times forward?
does it recognize futility in its action
or in, perhaps, inaction?

(sigh)
Mondays suck.