Poems of Mine

Third Time Day

I don't understand
How you could stand
The fact that your whole life's been planned
Out and spanned
Across the outstretch of this big 'ol hand
"I don't give a damn"
That's what I'd like to say
But with every rhyme that comes to mind
There's so much I'd like to say
Tomorrow and today
But let's talk about yesterday
Yes that day
And how I vaguely remember saying that I was "okay"
Let me get one thing straight
I'm not "okay"
But never mind that
Back to this
Or that
Or this or that
Or that or this
I've lost track
Of time
What is the time
'Cause I'd be lying
If I told you "I'm just fine"
Alright
Not alright
Is this wrong or right
Suddenly it's the middle of the night
And I'm still not getting
The whole "it's great to be alive"
Thing
Is this really living?
I guess by definition
I'm considered
Living
But that's just a communication error
I'm really dying and giving
Up on this pointless writing
It's not working
Now back to today
This is the third time today
Maybe I'll make a fourth
Because I've been thinking a lot
And when I begin to think
I begin to sink