Comatose in my dreams,
Too many hits of these fantasies.
Just taking a spin, some roulette.
Go to fast, think too soon.
It ain't all what I thought it be,
When I talk to you.
Eyes narrowed like forest trees,
I saw you and click I went,
You went sent.
Flash of that smile,
At a pass of our ways.
Lunch room trays.
Awkward and slow,
Is that how things begin?
Just trying to get to know.
I dunno.
Awkward collapse in a chuckle, fracture of that simile.
Just blind to these road signs,
Stranded, drip and drop
Saw a oasis, only in the barren
Or are they're none?
Go to fast, think to soon.
Always running ahead.
It's the chase that draws me,
traps me in.
As chaotic as I am,
I just want to settle in.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
