There doesn't seem to be much left but don't stop holding on to what's falling. Waterfalls die quick.

well i'm really not sure
how I should go about this,
poetry or prose or rhetoric?
Maybe I should just be
blatant, and proud about it
like most people are. I'm not
good enough at this, not seasoned
neither am I confident enough,
for confidence may sometimes
make giants out of grain.
Now, now, now, there really
doesn't seem to be an alternative
either. I'm quite happy now, really
I don't have to be upsetting everything
with this tiny tickle of a worry
Maybe i'll have a thick brew of coffee,
and hope it goes straight to the last
apartment, ignoring all that peers out
of broken windows. Uncertainty, certainly
I used to be much more direct,
I figure, and it worked like a herb
Alright, I should be
getting back to the issue now.
I'll make it as short as I can, since
there's really no better way
to say

that I don't care.