---Idle Thumbs---
I’ve got a box full of answers
to some questions yet to be asked
dimly flickering like lanterns
whose rays of light become miscast
tucked away in my dresser
lies a dose for many issues
not much of a confessor
but proud to say I never miss-use
calculated highs are the best
you know where you’re going
on your spiritual quest
through intense sparks ever-growing
fireworks go off across my skin
tingling displays of euphoria
fighting against past demons
pupils dilated & glorious
kaleidoscope vision eyes
seeing spectacles you’d only dream
bending reality with the light
through introspective scenes
then the come down comes
when you just though you were there
don’t give in to idle thumbs
that tricky devil and his snare
you’ll be caught in a loop of problems you emboss
like reduce, reuse, recycle
reduce your worth, reuse your thoughts,
that’s recycled denial
don’t repeat mistakes
use them as stepping stones
our bodies and minds can break
but you never have to be alone
