there's something weepy about this morning
the rain against the wide panes of the window
the way the world looks tinged
as if one put on gray glassed sunshades
and peered out from behind them.

i am ok
just feeling lost at this point
terrified at what happens from this point.

but empress dowager says go
so its a done deal.
me?
who really cares what i think,
the decree is passed.

it's like we're bumble bees
and i'd definately tell you to sting the intruder
its the right thing to do, fight for your survival
but at the same time, i need a moment,
a moment to myself as i realise
the stinging might tear the life out of you and me.