Me
lost in my own world
confused with whats real
identifying my own self
in a wishing well hoping my inner reality
where do i go at night
to calm down
where am i dreaming
what is that other realm
the place where i am in other places
other places doing other things
making bongos for money
cause i know how to play them
sitting on a curb in vegas pan handling for money
wondering about winning the lottery,
and flooding the streets with tickets
like the joker
with no laughing gas
then i wake up
dog and cat
wonder how to spend my day
need a change
slow march towards a slow parade
in the slow rain
time goes by
and lady luck reminds us
to call her by name
obviously im not ready to discuss me, i have no life
something, not yet well defined,
overtired, bored, desensitised, overdramatic, overapreciative, underapreciated, dork
tickling you frustrated
handful of spades
wild cards
and its a bluffing game
never campaign
look the other way
sinking ship
im learning how to pray
black mass
white sails
please sail away
pirates say
its my birthday
doesnt change anything
deny myself my happy story of having everything and victomising myself and my twin
as if im in control of the whole dream, and they are all reflections of the oither many parts of
my identity
never know, i just shape my dreams with my hands
other people try to shape my dreams with their minds
only one man did that
that was god
but i dont know who am i.
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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