My mind is not here.
Monkey business all the time.
My emotions turn sad.
I’m trapped in my mind.
Is the pressure barometric?
The shock feels electric.
Or is it MSG?
Food goes in. It’s a killing spree.
Or perhaps I’m unstable.
In need of medication.
Or maybe I’m just fine.
On an exotic vacation.
My purpose I seek.
Without it I’m weak.
So set this monkey free.
And watch me climb to the top.
You’ll see.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I