2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Thirty Five-

Stir Crazy:

Citrus smell burns with sea salt sandalwood 

Low light little flickers, fingers reaching out to grab it if it could

Sitting stir crazy in this little corner of the universe I feel 

Premonitions for the plans ahead that will never feel real

Floating in discontinued time that's going by too fast 

Forgetting what it was like to make memories that last 

Banging on the walls in this little white room

Sitting in empty parking lots when the sun goes down too soon

Feeling like I'm pulling my hair out at the roots

Forgetting what it is to be living but always remembering that time is not forgiving

And stationary like a sitting duck only brings cursed anxiety 

Staring at the sunset alone behind the steering wheel, just me 

Sigh that hits bone deep when you fall back on the bed

Stare at the ceiling as you rack your head

For a glimmer of inspiration, to feel alive 

Anything to combat the stir crazy, too high

Trapped in a spinning cloud that smells of sandalwood 

Like being too calm even when you want to get up from the sand

I'd go eating stars and running on highways if I could 

I'm afraid that if time keeps slipping by, this youthful era

Will come to an end. 

But until then, I sit stir crazy and try to entertain myself

Playing games alone in a quiet house.

~J.K.M.