To be sure speaking truly
at time feeling loony.
pent up like a tiger in a cage
engaged on a mission gotta
party and try to forget my
many problems.
It all can go so wrong
so quick.
There is no such thing
as a easy fix.
Thoughts like wax drip
trying not to trip slip into
momentary forgetfulness.
This hateful fate pulls ever
onward. Some days locked
away from all contact.
Under pressure days
grow long ponder long
lost days of bliss.
Drift like a cloud often
misunderstood.
Hopeful for a better
way somehow this will
all go away and I will
succeed.
