Life too plain, even for Jane
Thoughts too extraordinary for self
I run,
I leap,
I crawl, but
stay maintaining
in the whirlwind of
russet reality
My heart flutters, and
the truths of this world, rear
its unsightly head.
Ignorant to the true feelings of
loyalty,
trust,
and passion….
Or is this really love?
No one told us that it
stings like
alcohol to open
flesh.
Does it get heavier than this?
I sweat, cry blood
attempting to wipe away
uncertainty with
potioned happiness
Intensely confused,
rubbished even, I ask
What
Am I
Here
To Do?
The question still remains.
The world I carry on my shoulders.
Dana, Barry, Kary, Monte
them folks don’t know
Me
Blinded by beauty, the pain
remains unnoticed.
I smile, show my teeth
through the inner regrets, and twists,
and ties, and
knots that set
in my abdomen. I question,
I wonder what they thought of me?
Wondering within,
What do I think of myself?
Yes, my strides exude
confidence, my speech
intelligence, and strength in the
the way I hold my head up high,
but the world I carry on my shoulders.
They didn’t tell me that I would have to soul
search.
What do I search for?
I wish that
I could find it, and find peace
within this world that I
carry on my shoulders.
Goals, dreams, aspirations
cover me like cotton
wrap my mind like
candy.
Like a fiend awaiting its masters
first hit.
I wanna get these punks high
off my presence.
But you gotta start with a
base, then you gotta
stretch it,
but I can’t sweat them crack rocks.
I need steppin
stones.
I carry the world on my shoulders
Begging, aching
wanting relief, yearning a
release, but when it
ceases a new confusion awaits my mind.
Old confusion brings about a new confusion, and it
engulfs my soul and takes me back where I started
I will not give up
I cannot lose myself, but for now,
The world I carry on my shoulders.