Like a cheese grater
In an elevator
My life is great on so many levels.

Now I stand, trapped
On an escalator
Will you approach my empty stair?

When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.

Eyes break from depths grip
Lost, he looks for refuge
Enticing…..full…..lips.
Dualities of nature
firm and soft
Drive to
Kiss.

Mind breaks from fantasy‘s grip
Found, the man builds guts
Words fail to service
Tongue stuck
To roof.
Fail…

Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself