tryin, tryin, trying

waitin,
what we want in life they so often ask,
to be contented. But isnt content itself a measure.
waitin,
i'm prepping myself, prepping myself everyday, prepping myself for.
waitin

the summer, the atrociously HOT summer

i have eyes for which i cant find u;
i have voice for which i cant tell u;
i have ears for which i cant hear u;
i have heart for which i cant give u.
Yet,
end of the day isit about you?
Or isit just I

(inspired by Kazuo Ishiguro's new book, Nocturnes)