A month of realizing something
a month of tantalizing nothing
spinning me around stopping me
pushing me forward, sideways I go.

I am dizzy, I am sick
I am I for one month
monthly I's having already passed
the month of I's in which I feel myself doing something.

I can't see straight, I can't walk up, I can't walk back
back I do not go, ahead in something I am determined
until my sideway step trips me up
smiling, I stumble to the ground

Humble as I for this month of I has left me.