I’m thinking different
Think the same. then switch
back to different
Something’s wrong
It’s intuition
So I can’t be specific
Something’s wrong
in general
And every cure is specifically designed
To remove one small ill at a time
Quality of life has reached its pinnacle
Perhaps I can do a little better if I try enormous
Or go to sleep and die dormant
I don’t know
I see others
Around where I live
And wonder if
they suffer
Similar shit
I ask around
Words and ears
A flask to mouth
Everyone laughs
at what I’m talking about
I live in doubt
No one’s true
Myriad avenues
Are still left
Which should I take
Should passion count?
I am down,
for the count
I consume a hand
Full of mela-
Tonin and
pass out
I wake up,
he’s still counting
He says he’s counting
many years
I don’t live in fear
I live in doubt
Debt haunts me
I can’t take
certain routes
And that’s a shame
I switch lanes
My principle
in elementary school
Her name was Ms. James
I think pain, think strange
I want to know the pain your hiding
You tell me
generalities
Specifics,
you are not providing
