Seeing Something Large in Something Small

This dull orange bulb makes me see
a little less sobriety than I normally see
and I cringe at the thought
of your brutal honesty taking hold of all of my being
yet I count these angry thoughts
like marbles in my pocket
smooth defined lines
glazed glass with makeshift promises
(yet I know my interior motives to be quite similar to yours)

I have no prospects outside of what I can carry
and I build up these aspirations which are entirely
(arbitrary)
and I know the truth to be quite simple
far simpler than the swaying overhead ligting directing my thinkinking


I know the truth to be enduring these times
(these times made only of the wrinkles in my mind)