Keep on tapping those keys

Like your playing Clara Schumann’s piano concerto

Hold your feet to the floor with your knees

Like a Lumberjane felling trees to the ground below

Finish your battles with your finger tips

As you balance on your pelvic floor

Steadying the sides of the hips

Like a ship out on the sea

With a storm raging when you spill your tea

Up and down, your belly lurches

Trying to find fact from fiction

In predetermined searches

Not knowing who to trust,

Keyboard Warrior,

Only in ourselves we must.

As we set our sights

On the impossible

To the empty dark nights;

In ourselves, responsible.