I don’t really know 

I don’t really know
my reset rationale
could be one way
to try to & decode
such heaving fugs
of chronic thought
in my rented place
with no rowdy kids
in a silenced room
I will keep making
money & take time
& sit at my window
Outside is another
way of being there
& finding existence
Pottering will save
me from my ill-hell
Attend an Evening
Class & take up art
Renew one’s library
card & hang out in
Romance & Poetry
Or find Love online
It has struck me so
I don’t really know!