A Good Question

"Is he in, out or indifferent?"
She meant her boss, of course, but
it made me wonder
which I was. I mean
I want to be in (who doesn't?) but
how far in is too far?
Do you notice the growing lack of air
and space and light?
Are you aware of drying up and
slowly suffocating?

Out isn't just not in, oh no:
I could be out of it (have been),
on my way out,
out of the loop, my
tiny mind or
to lunch, and
I'm often on a limb,
standing or rageous, but fear
being cold and
dread being left.

Pursuing all these ins and outs leaves
little room for indifference: I will give it my
full attention when I'm
dead.