Like It Or Not

No one walked through the door today.
I sat patiently on my stool,
listening to the leaves
chase the dust.
Every hour or so you'd hear
a car
coming down the bend,
or so you could tell.
Most of those folks
were nothing more
than storm clouds of smoke and gravel,
they got out of this town
quicker than a bell rings.
I can't say I
blame
the lot of them. But hell,
I'd burn their mommas house
up if I felt like
it would make me smile.
I suppose that's the difference
right there...
the difference between me
and them.
They all run away, scared
of the secrets they reveal
and how tired they feel.
I do my fair share of running,
thats for sure,
but my running is marked by
a slow struggle,
a meeting of makers,
a moratorium of the I.
What you fear is what
makes me whole.
What you fear is my
forward and backward.
What you fear most,
you fear the lions in my eyes.