To be Real

his anger was somewhere else

though it seemed to project itself in his lashings at objects
whatever it was that was within his reach
but what he wanted to reach was not in the present interior
it was somewhere
the past
in which he could not tweak
he could not change
he could not touch
nor feel with his hands
and all he wanted
all he longed for
was not to run
but for him to be real
im sorry.