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Oct 2014
Going through the day with an empty stomach,
Anxiety is written in my bones.

A lady smiles as she walks by,
I sit on a bench and politely wave hi,
But in the mean time...

Tell me what you think
And I'll tell you what i know,
Today has been great,
So don't feel so low.

I have to **** some minutes,
But in the mean time,
I'm fine, alright
I'm good, it's understood.

Ok...

An instrumental switches in my head,
I can go on and on without a care.
My legs are walking over obstacles,
So how the hell could I be tripping?

It's tough to catch a grip on reality,
I have butter fingers,
My hands slip.

Tell me what you think
And I'll tell you what i know,
Today has been great,
So don't feel so low.

I have to **** some minutes,
But in the mean time,
I'm fine, alright,
I'm good, its understood.

Ok...

Do you know what I'm talking about?!
What am I talking about?
Do you know what i'm talking about?!
What am I talking about?


Do you know what i'm talking about?
I'm not even sure if I know.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/21/10
Revised 9/29/14)
I was probably more experimental with my approach to writing a poem at this time, at the cost of not sounding conventionally poetic. I was then, and still am, inspired by a variety of rock songs. I can't remember the particular song or songs that inspired me to write this.
Brandon Antonio Smith
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Brandon Antonio Smith  Tampa, Florida
(Tampa, Florida)   
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