Fast

I’ll wonder after I walk away,

Will I see her again today?

Words fill my brain as I think

Should I ask her for a drink?

Is it too fast? Or far too slow?

What could I possibly do to know?

Hands in pockets, head bowed down

I walk myself to death in town

I’ll wander near and then too far

I’ll think too much to find the bar

I wonder, did I say too much?

Should I ask her out to lunch?

This dog lays pups inside my brain,

They chase their tails, then lie slain,

Balance eludes me, my mind slows

I throw it away before anyone knows