There have been a million bodies of mind own. Notes of boats, free & open for the sailing see of men, words, & worry warts. I learn from my ears, eyes, nose, lips, tips, and soul. I am able. I am whole. Scooped with a spoon.
This is life, nothing greater. Nothing but reality shows, t.v. dinners, game show winners, & death.
The doom and gloom of marriage to files and forms. Trees shaped like dollar bills spent on happy.
Society is wrong. I've got news for you.
It rains retarded & dull.
Full of questions
Where has the forest gone?
My toes touch and focus.
I'm in this place. I'm in this hole. I hear this heart. I play this role.
What more can I do?
Lights my path to a place I've never been. My goals go unnoticed. Filtered by my open lungs and searching. Eyes open like my mouth for water in the sun. Reading word for word, the choices and thoughts of greater men than I. My hands are shy, stay by my side, and wiggle for make believe. I keep my body close. I keep my body close. I keep my body close and safe. It's my mind that I set free, over and over, loosing pieces on the way. A trail of knowledge leads to my feet and up to my front door. The welcome mat so tattered from the people I adore.
The eastern sea bay is home to my anxiety. Chello sir keeps serenading my destinations. I'm on my way to no where. To know where this place can take me.
I am able. I am whole. I pour from the rim, to the edge, to the end, to the infinite abyss. I pour forever. I am so clever.
This is life, there's nothing better.