I found myself sitting
waiting for each note,
like the drum breakdown,
In the Air Tonight.
Stringing the guitar
the birds chirped outside
singing about my weak grasp
on my own humanity.
They can hold a note,
I’ll give them that.
There throwing
it in my face.
Close the blinds,
pray for the power
to control my own
and finish what they started.
Saint's Muse 