Grasped

What are promises

If they are not worth

Keeping for yourself?

When you go to sleep

When you should be

Waking up?

When you have

Coffee in your cup

And beer in your gut?

I don't have the guts

To avoid

Even paper cuts

Because I am a stupid clutz

And I stumble

In my own ruts

There are not ifs or buts

Astray full of cigarette butts

When will I say

That I will walk away?

When will I know

When to say no?

When to put on

My shoes

My jacket?

Out the door

I must go

When will I know

The proper way

To grow?

So that I can grow

And grasp something

Without letting go?

And be grasped

Without being let go?