Each day when I awaken from a slumber,
I receive these feelings inside that I've felt far too many times.
As if I could cry in a second or die in a couple.
I go to sleep, I wake up, I go to sleep, I wake up.
I always wake up.
I wonder what it'd be like to wander deep into my thoughts,
A small figured being walking on the wires of my brain,
Uncovering each thought and decoding it thoroughly.
Maybe if I could become this shrunk down version and sneak in through
my ear I could finally see what's going on up there.
Do I even care,
Who's really there?
Is she nice and kind?
Would she give me time to talk?
Is time a slow ticking clock?
With each tick of the clock reminding my mind that I am still lost.
They say the best poets are both happy and sad,
How is it that you could be both?
Happy in moments but sad in most.
Looking down on life,
Ready to choke.