Trying

In trying to write your script

I forgot mine.

Managing your lines

is such a waste of time

My page is crowded, gripped

with your words, your wounds, your footprints.

You I was trying to change

how on earth does it make sense?

But the world cannot disengage

from this clouded ignorance

in the allowances, it oversteps.

You I was trying to control

confused in the given roles

My feet, never on the ground

my wings, lying hidden, unfound

My words, my script, my lines

lost, unheard, undermined.