I’m left spinning
one side pushed
the other pulled
center held still
suspended above
the ramblings of a mind
obsessed with lack
“Are you happy?”
you ask me
“Does it matter?”
I respond
I don’t feel ‘good’
though I’m not sure
if that is the object of this game
All these people chasing
their objects across their fields
and yet they have forgotten
the rules of the game
The only rule I know
is know no rule
So I’m tired and my head aches
and my heart hurts
and my gut rolls into itself
and yet I am not taken
into this place of panic
some people are so fond
of calling home
The clouds roll over my head
as I stand stalwart
against the storms that don’t exist
And I become the mountain
laughing with every crack of thunder
Yes you became the moon to me
and like the tides I am still pulled towards you
and like the tides I fall back into myself
and am not drawn out of the Ocean
I Am
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
I’m left spinning
one side pushed
the other pulled
center held still
suspended above
the ramblings of a mind
obsessed with lack
“Are you happy?”
you ask me
“Does it matter?”
I respond
I don’t feel ‘good’
though I’m not sure
if that is the object of this game
All these people chasing
their objects across their fields
and yet they have forgotten
the rules of the game
The only rule I know
is know no rule
So I’m tired and my head aches
and my heart hurts
and my gut rolls into itself
and yet I am not taken
into this place of panic
some people are so fond
of calling home
The clouds roll over my head
as I stand stalwart
against the storms that don’t exist
And I become the mountain
laughing with every crack of thunder
Yes you became the moon to me
and like the tides I am still pulled towards you
and like the tides I fall back into myself
and am not drawn out of the Ocean
I Am
