going places, are you coming?

poetry

shocked again at your absolute
lack of direction and call
slugging through life
as though near drowning
flailing and gasping for air
hoping to hold on just long enough
for one more breath
then descent
to the deepdark
only to quit and look elsewhere

by 18 lebron was making millions
and all you have to show
is a hiccup of a resume
and a hickey from the last ‘friend’

but more than that
i simply cant understand how a tree
can be so lost