When will I seize the day?
Tomorrow or today?
I wish I knew.
I wish I had a clue.
I wish, I wish, I wish—
All this wishing,
But never doing.
What will seizing the day even be
For a girl like me?
(I think I have got everything!)
Doing as I please?
That is what I do already as it is.
How entitled of me!
Who am I to you or me
To be doing as I please??
I have lost my damn mind.
How have I not been left by my kind?
How have they not ostracized me?
Surely they are blind!
Or
Well
Perhaps
Could it be—
No.
The possibility of that
Is perplexing.
I refuse to believe.
Because to believe is to see.
And I have seen none of it.
Granted,
I am not in search of believing;
Therefore,
I do not see.
There are instances
When I think I have seen something.
Then
Blip.
It is gone.
I am under the pretenses:
All is lost.
Who is to blame?
My mother?
My father?
Or the claim I once made?
Or
Well
Perhaps
Could it be—
All is not lost.
Only me?
