Where Do You Fit In

Is it one step forward

And two steps back?

Do you remember the path

Or is it hard to keep track?

Is it the week before last

Or the day before tomorrow?

Are those thoughts original

Or did you just borrow?

When you look out your window

Does reality strike?

Do you get the big picture

Or are all things, simply alike?

When you attempt to do something

Do you pull out, all the stops?

Are you subsisting covertly

Is your mandate special ops?

What in hell is the good in touch?

If there's nothing worth feeling

If help is not longed for

What is the purpose of healing?

If there's no motive in conversing

What's the reason for words?

If one's not truly listening

Is the dialogue overheard?

Hmm, is there an argument, only to live

Then what's the rationale behind living?

Is it rapacious to always attain

And to, never be giving?

When one is aggressive

Does aggression beget aggression?

Do you keep everything to yourself

Or have, a brain-storming session?

If we peruse the image in the mirror

Will we know where to begin?

Do you think that some day you'll discover

Just “where you fit in”?