Rarely is it loud enough,

Am I , positive or negative, BC or AD-

charged and letting the current hit me and run through me,

chasing after the boat that’s already left.

Ignoring everything else headed straight for me.

and I am left on the dock, fully charged, but aloof, too.

Set to drift anyways, but I was aiming for a different direction,

not for paradise necessarily, and it feels like the end,

set to a soundtrack of some kind, and that would explain the microphone,

set to a pit in my stomach; to the core;

my core.

my core.

set to a certain romance, but still fully charged , happening now in broad daylight,

in the cheap seats.

it usually follows at night,

follows me, sparkling,

BC or AD – in broad daylight.

my core.

my core.

my core.