Fitting in

 Fitting in
raise your glass
To never know oneself
On the train glancing out for something
eyes getting grabby toward the passing scenery
None of it, all of it
all of you confused

Forbidden self knowledge
Blindspots in your self
Just neighbors you try to avoid
always on the quest to be understood
never taking it on yourself

Waiting for someone else to cement you
between the other bricks

To know oneself well
where convenient
letting the parts of yourself you don´t understand
have their yard time
before you go out to live your real life

Chips of it all breaking off
in the friction of an uncontrollable world.