Driving along with one of my daughters
Listening to voices that won't be still
Longing to dive into clear, cool waters.
All senses heightened and so much alive
All senses dulled and at the doors of death,
Collapsed and down and unable to thrive
Imagining each ones my final breath.
See how the waves of self pity revolve?
Around me though it's just a bug I've got,
Watch my hypochondriac self evolve
I try to take control but still can not.
I'm sick and that is all there is to say,
Tomorrow I'll be better set to play.
No comments:
Post a Comment