Belonging To The World

unable
to belong
to the world
unable
to escape
it

tired
of every
shove and jostle
that has brought
me to this moment
called now

weary
of always striving
to become
something
someone
shinier
sharper
more improved
than who I am
right now

groping
for my connection
to the world
still looking
for my purpose

screw
the whisperings
the projections
the fantasies
the idea
of an unjust god
the notion
of ungodly justice

desiring
no mind

as half the world
dreams
the other half
toils

as dawn spills into day
and the geese fly south