Grinding My Gums
If I could see into your mind
I wonder of all the mischief I'd find
I bet I'd see memories you'd like left behind
or I'd see your rationale that was forced to resign
By your ego and pride and lack of humility
the parts of you that I hide when they start to appear in me
I'd see the dreams and ambitions and hopes that end suddenly
and maybe just a little shame sneaking in rather subtly
Would I be able to face your inner thoughts ringing clear?
would you think all the thoughts I never wanted to hear
and shine a light on the subjects I've always feared?
would I receive any wisdom, at all, for my future years?
Or would I only find tears?
I've always thought too much of what goes on in your head
the insecurities haunt me as I lay in my bed
the worry, wonder and heartache I wish I could shed
as I sit and I wait until these feelings are dead
but what if, for some reason, that day never comes?
then I may go insane, take my place with the bums
and live out my days in a shack in the slums
my teeth already ground and I'll be grinding my gums.
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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