I be rigid when I don't see an out,
I've hunted and waited
And hunted and patiently waited-
To see to- to feel the tear I feel.
But we're different and the dutiful
pause does not help.
It burns and burns and the agony aches.
I wait for it and deliberately talk to
the foolish self-Thinking it shall too pass but to no heed..
After a while the heart goes numb,
And a rock evolves,
And that's when I'm called as the other.
The Rigid.