did I buy the hooks to my skin?
why am I in this store?
ten dollars for a pillow, Capitalism’s double
     how far is maine from tennessee?
              how far is tennessee from Idaho?    how close is Idaho to my Dreams?
I can’t wait for corn fields and their
    dried,
wrinkled                 smiles
                                                       can I still sing?
                                              can I still
                                                       socialize?
                                                      ­                    am
I buying happiness, or
investing in it?
                                                             ­            am
I traveling towards something, or
away from it?what if my song and melody keep my feet flat?
                                                           ­             am
I               the one for Her?            does She still think about me?
                                how do you move on from nothing,                 how do you hold on to
nothing.
                    am
I a god gliding thru pain,
          or just another pawn in this game?
Why do I write?        

                               there are the hooks to my skin.