Back and Forth

Like a

Rocking chair

.

Twiddling

My thumbs

Like nO

One

Cares

.

My confidence

Is wobbly

.

This

Shit

Is

Getting

Real

.

With every

Thought

Or song

Or talk

Or Feel

.

I know

It’s

Coming

Up

.

Let’s heal

.

Fly to Vegas

And find

A deal

Maybe

The Cortez

.

What a steal

.

Let’s heal

.

This stuff

Is weird

.

Hocus Pocus

.

Made – UP

.

Mirrored

.

God is sending

Me some have

Feared

Their intuition

They have

Teared

They can’t

Trust

Blindly

.

Even when

Their

Hearts beat

Kindly

.

With me

Tapping

Ever so

Lightly

.

Do you

Feel

The pounding

In your

Heart

Space

.

Boys

Listen to yourself

Listen better

Than

Anyone

Else

.

I cannot help

That I can see

I’m losing my

Mind

Subconsciously

.

.

.

These pieces

Of fruit

Lay down

To root

.

.

Plant a seed

That was

Not me

.

Fly away

Let’s go stay

.

Maybe to the Cortez

Back to the

Good ole days

.

Boys please

Make up

Your minds

.

Tease

.

I cannot

Control

.

.

What I

.

.

I see

.

.

What else

Shall I

Show you

To show you

It’s all real

.

What else

To divulge

To show

I’m

Not

Losing

Myself

.

I pour

My hearts

Out onto

This screen

.

Maybe one day

I’ll get a ping

.

Maybe you’ll

Remember I

Am more than

A thing

.

One of a kind

That you never

Did mind

.

.

A delicious fruit

That waits on

A vine

.

I’m hanging here

A serpent

Is drawing near

.

Don’t leave me here

.

Show me my mirror

No more tears.