connecting*the*dots

it’s funny how you often get what you ask for
it smacks you in the face
wakes you up to the fact
that no matter what you think you know
you’re still just a part of the human race
not a step above
nor a rung below
just one of the many
fidgeting in the spotlight of the show
damn that light can get hot
it’ll make you want to jump aside with the quickness
like rolling on deck with sea sickness
your legs can begin to quake
shake
baked
in the heat of the show
you can’t stand to stay
but are too afraid to go
so as the options seem to shrivel
and your dissertations turn to drivel
you simply end up back to where you started…
you’re all alone