I should learn to be more patient
Like bodhiharma sitting in his cave
Watching ants transverse the walls
And listening to them scream
I should've handled things better
But i didn't handle things at all
It was like i was juggling
With one arm tied behind my back
But no one offered me a hand
When that's all i really needed
Instead i got no quarter
Or offer of reprieve
My throat is dry
Mouth full of dirt
My heart still loves
My words they hurt
I've fallen victim to the legions
Of beetles crawling round inside my head
I should've communicated better
But let rash action rule instead