I wrote this early one morning sitting in my bedroom and feeling trapped. |
Lifted and moved Train of thought shifted Cerebral connections proved The clouds are shades of consciousness Passing through the sky Birds on the wire let me know it is day While strands of light peek through Like ladders to a new plain up high Slow my brain Ease my soul Listen to time creep by As every second takes its deadly toll The telephone pole's transistors spring to life Reaching out to the world Far past these confining panes of glass Creating a future while also acquiring a past I want to reach out into the world and grab it I want to make it a part of me But try as I may It ever eludes Nothing in these hands to see If only this voice could be recognized With the thoughts of my soul heard I fret over these thoughts Like an annoying itch Hush, don't say a word As night turns to day And the illuminated day turns to night So does my thinking and self-inflicted victims plight The world is there for the taking She is ripe and ready to be picked Like a bullet into a Marines barrel Or a needle into a tattered arm's vein Establish the right state of feeling Make life yours Push through the pain |