Forging on through the night

This madness of mine

held firm in place of years of knowlege

keep me steady

when I am thinking of the future.

I am sick to death

of focusing my farsighted eyes

on things too close to see

yet just out of my grasp.

I put you there.

No matter how strong my resolve

I am overwhelmed by the crickets

that ruin the silence of decision

as I forge my way through the night.