No true entry because this old poem sums things up…

What Am I….

What am I supposed to do?
Just call her name
And get off the train –
Loneliness
Southbound
Cartoon Express
A fixture through the mess –
Her face, and my memory there of
And the desires unquenched
As the fifth Beatle
Who has never crossed Abby Road
Artfully dodging –
Responsibilities
That take place in love:

Speak
Feel
Express

Not repress

To me It’s all a fantasy
Like a child going through a toy chest

© 1997 John P. Fontana