Slouching on the couch
But it’s like I’m on a horse.
My mind is on a race.
I’ve been talking with the mute on
Cannot even hear me,
Sometimes when I keep quiet.
A comet collided with my planet,
Vaporized all my oceans
and burned all my grasslands.
Where I thought I’d drown in my thoughts
or hid from my fears
the bridges are now burnt to light my way.
When my Monday turned to a mad-day
and I woke with my feet burnt
My lips failed to spell trust
I don’t know how many pens it’ll take
to move on.