You need to reach out
- that's what I was told
I confided in a number of people
Sat across a lot of wise spectacles
Sympathetic coffees
Blank invites
Dispassionate loves
You need medication
- that's what I was told
I popped a number of pills
Over months,
White, long
Yellow, small
A number of nights
Crazy eyes,
Erratic behaviour
Strange moodswings
You need a change of scenery
- That's what I was told
Miles and miles of sand
A sea extending into the sky
My heart became the feather
That landed on waves
And sank
Far below
The understanding of humanity
Went to the hills
Stream flowing by
Which iced over at night
Bare apple orchards
Green and stone
Woke up at 4 AM
From where I stood,
I couldn't see the sunrise
My spirits
Shattered and fell
Along with some rocks
Off the cliff's sheer face
As I ended up
On my hands and knees
You need to meditate
- that's what I was told
Pure silence at 4 AM
That's what I woke up to
And I sat for an hour everyday
Trying to focus on
The "om" I was told about
With the last echo
I was left bereft of purpose
Vision and energy
I couldn't move on
With the day