Still

and I’m frustrated by phrases inside that I can’t force into verse
some things enter the mind in silent beauty
and fail to come out the same

I’m frustrated by living solo
that’s happening more lately
as windows provide a live feed of the world passing me by
on trains I never board

Frustration: my dreams.
I’ve maintained my ambition and changed my perspective

that’s a pivot
and it’s all I have to say

frustrated by strange new addictions picked up on the road,
brand-new habits I desire and fail to implement,
never pushing them past the deep down

They should take up the space I prefer.
I thought I got my space back a year ago
but somehow nothing else has moved in

now that space reminds me of the same old tenants.