a wall of ears

And when they hit you with “I’m proud of you” bullshit, 

then you know you’ll never manage to fit in.

You are destined for the failure of your parents

even less, when adjusted for inflation

even less, given your higher education

from the top of what has only been enjoyment

it’s the guilt that seeks the gambler in his sleep

it’s the howl that never touched a wall of ears

and thus remains a missing piece of information

always present, yet restrained.

In the middle of a bus stop

common ground for all but me to hop on

and commute to camps of summertime 

I reminisce

I wish for all your wishes too,

my only one remains