Sweater stains and this hazy brain have seen better days
frozen hands in pockets thumbing the hole near the zipper
should I move quicker towards frozen treats
I know I shouldn’t have but my sweet teeth get the best of me
sleep is what I need but my mind feels the need to stay awake
and pick itself apart as the hours grow late and the thoughts
more deranged till there’s no sense involved a walking monologue
of speaking foreign tongues to logical results of caffeinated days
living in the same box of home and work no play no rest for the wicked
or the dead but I exaggerate I’m just tired from a fairly long day
drawn out deliberations over what form I want my sugar to take
wandering the store down the same aisle as before patterns and repeating
the way my life seems to be always playing safe no new choices for me
draw the line around my world till it’s a noose around my neck
and I’m choking on my limits but unwilling to loosen the rope
and let myself go in spite of my fears I see it clear but I can’t turn
the next page to find out how this adventure carries on as I’m carrying
my ice cream back through the California chill I can’t sit still
trying to unwind and relax I could use the Force to wipe my mind
never look back on the past I continually bring back and back
questioning who I was why’d I do that all the what ifs I’ll never find out about
so I should let go but that’d be too easy life isn’t a quick and simple fix
it’s far too busy for that