Monday, November 23, 2009

The Green Monster

You don't want me. He does.
He doesn't want me. You do.
You both don't want me.
But you do want me.
And you hate each other because you both want me.
Slice me into pieces and share the spoils.
But no. You want complete and he doesn't.
Fight, stab, kill.
Push and pull me in empty spaces.
Decide and undecide in a minute.
Do and undo.
Till I feel like a pendulum.
Suspended into insignificance.

Does anybody know what I want?
I want out.