Knock on the door, may I come in? I’m sitting in my jammies on my bed, just waiting for the sound of the bell that the next meal is here.
It’s been over a year since I’ve had a paper bracelet around my feeble wrist as I sit in the only room where there’s no contest.
Time and again, I’d go to make a friend, when I take a blow in the head from a fight-or-flight response that set me as dizzy as the unstable days that went by.
I’ve been out of this prison for quite some time. I’m here and again able to look for a friend in this lion’s den called Civilization Built By Stable Men on the stepping stool that are the vaginas of womankind.
Better check my vest for an answer for this test but I can’t legally own a gun. Tussle with how I’m feelin’ because for whatever reason, they come and go like seasons.
A bucket worth of pride says I never want to die, the pills make me fly when my nature makes me sigh. I’m gettin’ somewhere; what I’ve always begged for. I set my future up like I’ve got a destination.
Tearing through another page, don’t need fear to make it made. Sometimes growth can start a beat, the sandstorm blows, I take the heat.
When the time is slim, my body’s getting slim, my frantic pace, gets me place to place. Tearing through the know-how, my fears already blown out, testing terrible times, since anti-depressants know how to rhyme, get up.
Break through the vestibule, riding on a mule, hands out healin’ shit, now who would ever think I’d need sunglasses for the holy light. Dusting a ballroom floor, that’s what it’s like coming out the door. My motors on a clean up route, tearing through the mess like Shout, get up.
Eyes split in the morning, raise my head and I’m in tears. Remember when it took seventeen monsters all these passing years? Lift my mug, say cheers, still sucks ‘cause I can’t drink beers, took me a whole eight years to get my actions to endear.
