Depression
I have plans,
in mind.
Struggling,
to do something.
Nothing,
does it for me.
A torture chamber,
I reside in.
Cereal Tears
I drink from here
I thought the taste could bring me back
Somehow closer to you
The sweetness from the milk
Sprinkled with cinnamon tears
It reminds me of you
When you are not here.
Identity Crisis/Process
Who am I?
I want to make it up
The uncertainty of the process,
No image that has to happen.
An open-ended experience
A question
A tangent
A moment in space
One in this time
One out of sync
One of the same or different
None of that
All of that
Some of this
With some of that
Glass Elevator
It carries me through my day.
Oh, but there’s a catch
You can’t see it.
When you reach out for me
Its walls will be felt.
When I reach out for you,
Shards of glass go right through.
I can see you.
You can see me.
This glass elevator is between us,
Tragically.
I have plans,
in mind.
Struggling,
to do something.
Nothing,
does it for me.
A torture chamber,
I reside in.
Cereal Tears
I drink from here
I thought the taste could bring me back
Somehow closer to you
The sweetness from the milk
Sprinkled with cinnamon tears
It reminds me of you
When you are not here.
Identity Crisis/Process
Who am I?
I want to make it up
The uncertainty of the process,
No image that has to happen.
An open-ended experience
A question
A tangent
A moment in space
One in this time
One out of sync
One of the same or different
None of that
All of that
Some of this
With some of that
Glass Elevator
It carries me through my day.
Oh, but there’s a catch
You can’t see it.
When you reach out for me
Its walls will be felt.
When I reach out for you,
Shards of glass go right through.
I can see you.
You can see me.
This glass elevator is between us,
Tragically.