Not For Survival

Who can be happy — the situation or the performance?

Life gallops into a race

I never chose to be part of.

What I do — not for survival,

But for existence.

The tiny temper

Fails to grow,

Even in a market of demand.

I feel alienated in nothingness;

Estranged in emptiness.

I hold myself,

I drop myself,

I retrieve myself,

And I save myself.