I am the product of your inadequacy,
I refuse to be a part of anyone else’s.
With determined, immense and weary consternation
I have no juice for your project orientation.
While taking out the trash and washing the dishes
I think about faith and love
and wonder what’s the difference.
And wonder if there is any difference,
And whether it really matters.
I would go about my day doing different things,
asking myself questions,
that don’t really matter.
This is today,
like I said,
and tomorrow will be different,
as I have faith in time,
and belief in love.