Let's spark the convo comically with comments on common speech..
Constantly I try to calm the sea of conversations that context me...
My team, flag football, No contact. And Me, try to combat- weave...
Around people I can't see. Excusing all these consolidated weeks...
I nominate all my free time to rewind, think about memories..
Maybe we'd find that "we" time, reminisce the reverie..
That we find heavenly, remember we were- seventy..
Twenty, fifteen, thirty, eight. Funny before the grave- its dead to me...
Why we pretend to be, Frenemies. Maybe I need rest..
Know I need less Facebook Quests, Regrets and timely deaths...
I should save my breaths, break my bread and lie in bed...
Where I, Safely, Reflect. Can I, Regress? Say Aye, Please Yes
Somebody, Somewhere, Is somebody's somewhere..
And all I know is somebody, somewhere is wearing me out...
I know clarity in airing it out when really I'm ailing in doubt...
Contemplating Self- Care right before I'm finally found...
Money, Power? Greatness, Coward? Day or night hours?...
Maybe bed, shower? Head, wrists? Bled out or gun powder?..
But I can see, from, sibling rivalries that I, can be a frightening scene..
Psyche surveys of minded plays and suddenly I'm frightening me..
A sighting of a freak that somebody somewhere sees...
Oversight's on the person that oversees the hope I need...
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