Today I feel like today is not real, As if my reality has flipped and now spins like a wheel Up and down, sideways and backways How long have I been here? A minute? An hour? perhaps a few days?
This reality ***** like the thumb of a child Looking for comfort, forever beguiled It makes me feel lonely like a knot in a tree So different from others, there's no one like me I sit here in this third dimension Forgotten Alone With a desperate need for attention unsatisfied, unknown
Nobody sees things in the light that I see My light shines bright, opening the lock with my key
I notice that I feel this reality quite often Like holding a thousand pounds of ambition With no courage to soften Like a wrecking ball of abuse is strangling me like a noose Like a straight jacket of hope is grabbing me by the throat! Like a blaze full of sadness so viscous and angry! This life feels like all that and more, Pretty much Mainly
There's some feelings here that cannot be put into words Ambiguous like art, quick fleeting like birds They rush through my mind fast like a subway train but they hurt no matter what, deep in my heart and my veins
This reality stinks, like a soldiers wet feet full of post traumatic stress my minds naked, undressed I need hope, i need help, I need something to eat, preferably a meal of woman's love, gentle & sweet
I'll sit in my reality, waiting for something to come round' Maybe just one smile, perhaps many! Leaping towards me in bounds! Maybe a whole slew of "you can's" and "no need to frown"'s Till then I still go backways and sideways, on my wheel of Up Downs