Miss Precisely

Miss Precisely

A Poem by Mike Goodwin
"

You've been waiting so long, I'm here to answer your call. I know that I shouldn't have had you waiting at all.

"

The mind is a big critic.

Same as that, you know.

Fade to black, you know.

Find one like you and take her back, you know.


What feels distorts how you feel.

No matter what it is, it's real.

Dead. Can't live without a brain in the head.


Words can't describe what's trying to be said.

Throw commands now.

Blindly.

Precisely.


Don't ask if anything is wrong,

Because its unknown if anything is right.

Not too far and worthless I can't even say it now.

Not ever, I'll be gone.


I want you to ask what is wrong. 

Serendipity in a song.

Don't be alarmed,

For I don't even know what I am trying to say.

But I slowly run fingertips over holes in my heart.

I think about the way everyone else feels inside.


It's not up to me. 

It's much bigger.

But in a way it's up to me.

Because I can see.

© 2012 Mike Goodwin


Author's Note

Mike Goodwin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2AhFfKd4_U

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Added on November 12, 2012
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