Words spill from me somewhat out of control,
I say what is on my mind and never mind the toll.

I can't sing, don't watch me dance, it will appear, as
a left-footed ballet times two in right-footed shoes, and fear.

Movement not fluid, words that flow, sounds grate,
worse than when you stub your toe, was that fate?

If I told you what I believed would you still read or be relieved?,
Of your senses, in my words imagine, flights of birds!

They move en masse, like planes rushing, oh so fast,
Laying on your bed, daydreaming your future is in my past.

I once was white bread small town always acting like a clown,
Growing, leaving, finding love from both sides now, down, down.

I have never hit rock bottom, into the rabbit, whole I go,
I am all in, this is not for show, I write to make you pause,
cause for thought, are you living or not?

There is so much more to embrace, maybe you can't save the
human race, just one other by a smile on your face.

I am not telling you how to live, you know how to do that best,
than any advice I could give, but, sometimes, I know it is too much.

Slow it down, look in the mirror or glass, take one drink, one bite, at a time
Do not pity, give grace instead, live life, neither large nor small nor pantomime.

Move!, look up to see a blue sky, or clouds with rain, or stroll in the snow,
Lethargy and desks jobs can ****, how quickly do you want to meet the god or God,
you know?