. . . . . it's not jealousy
it's something further
something that holds me
a stasis: a slow realization
a self imposed purgatory
where there is a door
even a window I can
travel through - still
i can't help but think
wth, wtf, what the almighty
holds me - in my life
these paths, these roads
the depth of what could
exist: every road leads
* Every Road Leads Back to You: Bette Midler