It's never mind versus body,
It's never naked versus thinking,
How we stare at our project,
Put in a pill to clear the head.

Chemicals that slow me down
Physically.
Carbons that make me think
quickly.
You are right.

For my mind to be wise
And my baggage to be open carefully,
I'll find my concrete.

Run away.

From the possibilities that hurt,
Of who I'd potentially become,
Run and tire myself out of irritate.

But I can't
Run away
From you.