As long as I
Can hold you
In my mind
That is enough

Stuck in a dark box
With nowhere and
Nothing
To do.
My hands and legs
Are restrained,
But my mind runs
Free.

What is there
To do anymore?
What is there
But an escape from
Reality
As the only option?

I’m tired and exhausted,
Sobs stifled,
Overwhelming feelings,
But i am dead already.

If you don't search for treasure
Treasure will  find you
You can't solve a mystery
When you don't have a clue
Busy bees working
Are good at what they do
Pyrotechnic people
Who share the same view
Soak yourself in epsom salt
And read the front page
Someone died from lyme disease
Born to get paid
Telepath cryptic messages to the tube
Presidential candidates become unglued

Oh honey,
Sometimes it’s the timing that’s wrong
Not you.