What next?

What next, I ask in my highbrow tone

All the blood I pump fiercely. All inside me

All the chaos and the calm banging my skin

All the logic and the think. working my nerves

Furiously, madly, bursting at the seams

What next, I ask in my tired curious tone

Blank, I draw. Gaping at my wit's end

And you - people. Your answer too bland

Run-of-the-mill is problem not solution