Wondering when the other shoe will drop. The hammer will fall Wondering while my chicken cooks with rice Why others need a dime. A quart of milk.
Ok. I am ok. Wondering when the fist will fall. At the hand that never strikes but may Wondering with my back to the wall Why others bleed. And stay.
Ok. I am ok. Wondering at my little girl. Too quiet Wondering at the angel at my feet Why others cower. Wondering. Wondering.
Ok. I am ok. Wondering at the world. At me. As I eat my chicken and rice.
How can I? How can I?
My soul is burned in hidden places. Marked with faint, but heavy scars. But for grace, There is no pain No hunger.
How can I? How can I? I am ok.