Cabin Fever

Moths

6/12/03

The moths fly around in search of light.
A common ground;
a warm, safe place.
They want nothing to do with me
yet I swat to keep them away.

I'm on the outside looking in.

I feel the need to survive.
I look for light
and find myself staring into the night
looking for more light. I
find myself looking into light,
circling 'round the light
but not seeing the light.

I'm on the outside looking in.
I see it, I feel it, I know it;
I know it's there.

The moths swarm around my screen door.
They don't mean to bother me.
They present no harm.
They don't ask and they don't tell.
I'm on the outside looking in.
They're trying to survive.

Why am I so careless
and cautious at the same time?

I don't hurt intentionally.
I don't ask for much.
I suffer just to please.
I wonder more than most.
I float around.

The moths mean nothing.
They eat my peanuts and shift my dust.
They never wonder what I'm after.
I don't offer thanks.
I'm on the outside looking in.

I'll never get it.