The Something and the Happen

I am sitting useless

The world is waiting

And I am an island apart

I am sitting useless

Silent and still

Listless, shifting hands

And inside, I am screaming

I am screaming

I AM SCREAMING

I am screaming

For something to happen

It is me

I am the something

I am the happen

I have the power

Just me

And I am sitting useless

It’s hard work

To stay useless

But I work on it

I am not waiting

I am staying useless

Staying in my island

Loathing it,

Its safety, its white walls

They’re not padded.

Good.

I can feel them

There are toys

But they don’t last

For they have no happen

Outside,

Outside,

OUTSIDE!

Something could happen

But when I’m there,

It’s a to-from, A-B,

Go back and hide

And I am crying

And I am screaming

And I am sitting

Useless, silent, still,

Avoiding eye contact with something,

Choking on happen,

Screaming and swallowing and busying my hands.

The world moves.

How nice.