Playful Intent

I'm like a child
who has lost his way.
Not knowing my left
from my right.

Just longing to hear something,
to hear something good
to know what I did wrong
and baby what I did right.
If anything.

I can't cry
it's much too late
much too late to drink
and I can't miss the beat
or bear the brunt
of repeated failures
of knowing.

Knowing nothing
is knowing enough for you
but never knowing
is enough to drive me mad
because after all
I'm just a child,
picking at the sores
knowing it's hurting
and not knowing why
just knowing I see blood
and feel a little hurt
and hoping it works out.