cold, not calm

i want to work on myself

what kind of work do i need?

am i a car stranded in the middle of nowhere,

waiting until the mechanic comes, only to pass me by

am i an equation, frows burrowed in deep thought

an excuse for the mathematician to silently slip away

am i a philosophical question, everyone has a different opinion

that they will rarely ever voice, for when they do it echoes

am i the waters people dip their feet in

you can sense my excitement but the waves 

are too tall for you to dive in safely

you come back later but by then, you’re mistaken

i am not “calm”

i am cold.