Closer to 37

I step, the less I fear it

The less I fear anything

It’s not even fearing less

But not at all

Not punctuality

Or bills

How I’m seen


By now, by this age

I’m this me

Till curtains

Till applause 

And they will applaud

Or at least sympathetically put

Hands in front, shak shak–
The morning goes quicker than me, but I’m behind to still

See its sole back and upkicking.

So more hits on drum, sun

Through window

In eyes

A lecture

To the new number

Add them and you get 10

What does that mean?

Probably nothing

Just me looking for more meaning

More story and symbol

I was a teacher, you know–

Now I’m being instructed.