On a Threshold

I don’t remember if I ever felt so bad I’m short of breath, have no idea why I literally spend my day in bed I’m deadly tired and drowsy all the time Is that the lack of sun, too much of snow Or maybe lack of anything I tried To be attached to, but I was too slow And missed the train and also plane to fly They judge me like an enemy, by such Criteria that they themselves don’t meet And when I go with thank you very much They disappear somewhere in the sleet I never lived in any vast abstraction Generalize me out of any scheme To take me as I am you need no action I’m there already, see I’m there within.