Skipping Record

I keep coming back to the root of my problems like a broken record skipping on the same track and I can't move forward until I fix the scratch Soooo like a mime in an imaginary glass box I peer out on the world wishing that I discovered the key to finding my way out I see the promise of what I could be in the future Long beautiful hair falling over my ivory ceramic dollface with an elegant runners body, and my curves that would make Da Vinci deliriously envious for they are grander then his Leda and the Swan piece . I see my shoulders as relaxed as a golden retriever mid running dream I think that I could fall deeply in love faster than Humpty Dumpty who tumbled from the wall Nor would I crack and become a mess like I had before I will be a human marble I have been trying to be Atlas with the world on my shoulders. Taking the burder of everyones problems Like when we were little kids and we would throw in leafs and sticks in a pot, and call it a potion But people's life problems potions can often be poisonous Atlas should have taken the world and kicked it like a soccer ball so far across the universe that Beckham would be proud of it Therefore the key to rehabilitating yourself in your man made mime mind prison is this..... Learn to focus your mind on the positives Let go of the littlest anxieties For in a world of Aids, Cancers, and starving kids you have to put it all in retrospective Find your place, and your gifts laugh with your friends Make passionate love to your lovers This makes the days go by and brings you one step to a healthier closure Keep on fighting to be the wonderful and brilliant person you know you can be.