Jumble Thoughts
Words are pulsing through me but I feel like they are cycling around my head.
Round and round, they fall on the lines of this notebook page like raindrops.
Ha! Planned petty advances for a thing called romance.
My mind is distorted about how this world is sorted.
Are there only two kinds of people on this earth?
Why do you take things that aren't given.
Is your ego so big that it might swell up like a balloon and pop?
Or will it just soar up into the sky and hover around till you can get leveled back down to the same playing field.
You push, I pull.
Tell me, what are you waiting for?
Am I like Maniac Magee? Should I run away or should I run for the aim.
Enjoy your silly years frolicking about, I'll be in misery resting about.
Sitting there on that chair, arms drooping like paint on a canvas.
And when you see me, you'll think, how sad does the poor girl look.
But wait and see because she'll be reborn into something new and eccentric!
As soon as this phase of her life ends, she will be like the full moon then.
You all will bow down and say what was I thinking then.
Everything loss and and forgotten till you're stuck like some old record player.
Don't you see the mind makes all these creations.
Dreams that you want to reach, goals that you set, aiming higher and higher until you can't aim anymore.
