Wednesday, September 8

A quick one while I'm away.

Steely resolve, steely resolve, steely resolve, it's almost like a mantra now, steely resolve, steely resolve. It's losing its meaning but it's not because now it overtakes everything, becomes the only thing, focus beyond focus when there's nothing else to focus on but steely resolve, steely resolve. I grip my bag tighter and just focus, focus on why I'm here, focus on what I have to do, but I start thinking about it and I get lost in the details, so steely resolve, steely resolve, until I'm slightly mouthing it and I have to stop myself so no one notices. I press my hand firmly against my bag, I can finger all the contents and now I know they're still there and that makes me feel alright but I'm losing myself in the details again and it's all steely resolve, steely resolve, steely revolve, see me revolve, see me revolve. The room changes and I'm just not there now. Or maybe I'm there, but I'm watching now instead of participating, but I can't tell the difference anymore. See it absolve, still I resolve, steely resolve, steely resolve, back in the room, back in myself, I can feel it now, I can feel it all, and my head still hurts but I close my eyes and it's OK.