I am ambushed
I creep behind and beneath the birds and the bees
and keep me in an unseen, box
the world is too much of a, hot mess and a hoax
failing to keep up with the happenings in it.
My heart fills with things, which are far from good
and sadly, quite true, but maybe, it is me
Me that is being crude to all situations I predict
and I end up kinda’, conflicting everything that
happens to come my way
my heart runs astray.
My soul tries to keep up but, my,
My heart is too swift for its sway.
I say a lot but I really do not understand
a thing, but what I know is that
my heart runs astray