Johnny
You know this is
a choice right
(You picked Jackson )
What you aren’t changing
You are choosing
I know
It feels like a sick punch
When you realize it’s been
You the whole time
Writing about looking
In the mirror just
won’t go away
You have to take action
Now
You feel it in your chest
I know you think it’s me
Pulling but it’s actually you
You’re actually too far gone
I haven’t seen you in years
Can’t even see you in my dreams
Your clogged up with fears
My higher self tells me
What’s going on
hovers over you
Sends me a song
Proble why you always
Think you see me
Or wonder why you’re
Always talking to
me in your head
I bet you think your
going crazy
Scared shitless inside too
I keep getting a pull
From the other side
To keep walking my timeline
—-Even if I feel all alone
Even if pillows are what I
Curl into at night pretend
They are home — I’ll be alright
I’m getting told to write out
To your awakening
Hasn’t happened yet
I Won’t know when
you open the door
I’m sick to my stomach thinking
You’d have to experience anything
I went through —sick to my stomach someone
Is mistreating you — sick to my stomach
I stopped walking — told them no —
If I have a mission — I trust you
But you gotta let me tell him
Tell him I know
Waving — I’ll see you at the show
Let me leave breadcrumbs so he
Doesn’t think he’s crazy — left behind
Let me leave breadcrumbs so he
Knows it’s real — awakening is devastating
I have to be there for his heart — won’t abandon my part —his mind is mine I’m not worried he won’t find his way out — I’m worried his vices will take hold and I’ll have no idea he didn’t make it through — I have no contact no human to spy on you for me — only our higher self
Never enough time
To get everything out
Manic iambic coming
back around
Incubus singing me
“Blood on the Ground
Under My Umbrella “
This is my surrender
I’ve left you crumbs to find
Right now you should be
playing a daunting role
I send you love , strength , peace
Happiness , compassion , understanding ,
Oxygen, creativity , divinity
I give it all to you — I have to go
I’m gonna go to the stage
I’m gonna serve their hearts
I’m gonna be good like I’ve always wanted to be
You are worthy
You are Loved
Come to the stage
It’s all orchestrated
from above
.
.
Headphones ring out
Iiiiiii wish you were hereeeee
.
.
And so it is
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October 11th 2021
3:13 pm
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