Vhat?

Not much on the horizon
Yet, a future sprouts quietly below.
Confusion stirring within my heart
Arguments crash between each beat.
I can relax after realizing,
In the end
I judge this trial.
Maybe life is like a board game
The kind with pieces that go missing.
Too many people unwarily playing
An undeclared winner
A loser in denial.
I’ll curl up in my sheets
If that makes me feel safer.
I’ll do whatever it takes
To feel a little closer
To that house we call home.