Limitations

The dirt keeps gathering in the apartment
now empty and waiting for new voices to fill it
I try hard to keep it clean

There are your toenails near the toilet
discarded and lost
cut loose maybe weeks ago or maybe yesterday
and some hair that may or may not be mine

I want fire to take me into its arms,
burn away the residue hanging around
this sad aura

I want to moan like it's the first time
Consumed by my childishness,
my foolishness,
standing there to face my limitations
and hating every moment