wanderer

collateral damage

sometimes I dream of a place

where everything and nothing is real

the streets are blue and the sun is cold

and the air is visible too

/

sometimes I write words

and nothing looks right

the o's are crooked,

the i's are rounded

and nothing is on the line

/

sometimes I cut my hair

and mourn each strand that drops

I regret the chop

and curse each lock

'til nothing is left but loss

/

sometimes I say my thoughts

and cry over the consequence of doing so

they yell, they rage

claim I'm too young, too dumb to understand

or that I don't--- plain and simple

and beat the notions out of me

/

sometimes I stare at a screen

and wonder what I'm doing with my life

I'm only this many

I can't even drive

but I know I'm just wasting my time

/

sometimes I weep

over fantasy dreams

wrong words

scissored hair

blurted thoughts

and wasted time

hoping that I'll remain insane today