Again, in the middle <br />of the game <br />with no clue <br />how it's played, <br />even after <br />seeing it demonstrated. <br /> <br />Again the panic, <br />because everyone's <br />required to play, <br /> <br />and the anger, <br />because it doesn't <br />seem fair, <br /> <br />and once more <br />opting out <br />in the throes <br />of my emotional spasms, <br /> <br />and not knowing <br />if I really <i>can't</i> play <br />or am using the <br />turbulence of my feelings <br />as some kind of excuse.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-s-dream-2/
