Stitched together
Push and pull
I am still trapped in this prism
It shows me the wrong direction
Imagined words
Lingering thoughts
Occasional me
The constant me
The surface is the whole
The whole is not half full
It does not give me space
I take it in all at once
I get lost
Going the opposite way
I hope it finds me
But I end up trying to find myself again
I seek liberty
The uncontrolled frenzy of emotions
The open field
The quiet essence of a flower’s scent
Leave your bed unmade
Forget what you remembered when you forgot
Tell yourself something new
No one has a consciousness
Speak as if you’re high
Sound crazy
Don’t let them understand
Keep what’s yours
Do you mind your own business
Do they mind their own business
What’s the business
Be an entrepreneur
Become a hobo
Live in the free streets
Leave them alone and you’ll be alone
The world is yours
Try to create a sound
Send a wave to have it come back
See where it goes
Did it come back?
The world is a sensation
Dirt, water, wind, light, color
Frantic, always wanting to know
Color it in
I try to live in it
I have to build it myself
Instructions lead me array
I fall in love with it still
Making the same mistake
The solution to my problem
I am trapped but I try to stay
It’s the only thing I know