Waiting To Wilt

Caught in a constant state of whatever
Seeing potheads smile and a circus elephant
It’s not boring yet but I’m
Not quite ready to confront your reality.
Not sick,
Not broken.
The tyre swing on a weak branch, so appealing
But just waiting for your trust
This will sicken you,
This will break you.
Caught in a constant state of whatever
Seeing turbines spin and a garden vegetable
It’s not clockwork yet but I’m
Not quite ready to confront your reality,
Not quite ready.
Not quite sick,
Not yet broken.
Single red rose in its vase, apparent beauty
But just waiting to wilt
I will sicken you,
I will break you.