Hung
Think you can relate to my mind
Cause you’ve read a few lines
Connected divine
Seeing the signs
The mystical weave
Makes it harder to breathe
Lessons to heed
But my mind won’t concede
Thinking you understand
Ten toes down
In no man’s land
Building a brand
Sinking fast like quicksand
Let me tell you my deepest thoughts
Not for sale and can’t be bought
Ideas more and more wrought
Feet cold? Put on your socks
Wake up when you think that you’re ready
Breath hastened now it’s time to be steady
Fight back– if you would just let me
Confused. No one really gets me
Pour a bottle if you want to get loose.
Mind made up– calling a truce
Tree’s growing
Ready to bear fruit
Releasing the grip of the noose.
~I.S.~
04.2024.04
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