I bet you cross
Today a thousand thoughts.
Tracking the hours, then minutes
Impatient to get off.

Imagine you instead
Wasted this time pacing
Inside your head,
Turning your feet hard.
Wearing the pavement beneath soft.

Until you can drown each whisper
After all, noise falls faster
Under water.
And in the depths you find a
Way to make the idea factory
Mesh it's gears and stop.

So you may spend your days
Amidst a monitor's faint glow.
No more comforting than the thought
Of plummeting from
the 15th story window.

Your slim-fit dress shirt escapes
From the back of knee worn slacks.
Your shoes wearing faster
Than you can now afford.

The details of the least importance
Burns a flawed self image
Within your skull.
From your unkempt hair
That for now  wildly grows,
To the wearing of your outter soles
As you fail to stand properly
Upon your twisted ankles.

You can smile when they look.
You eat well!
Yet struggle to maintain a car
And still maintain your health.

Your benefits have long since suffered
To brace and sustain society.
And you can't help but
Show your true colors
Trying to afford to keep your rotting teeth.

You fill your stomach with convenience,
Racing for success before decay.
Filling your walls with screens at home;
Slamming doors and windows,
To help pass the time away.

As you feel yourself slipping
Into the screen - screaming behind
The tinted plastic, until you have released
The latch on the window,
(And of your soul)
And dropped the weighted burdens
From above your feet.

They tell me these ideas -
Tales that only in
My dreams can surface,
Are signs of madness
Best left at rest
Within more charismatic hands.
And only then, would the print suggest is
Submerged within an artist.