Never to tired to feel tired?
It seems the worrisome mind is a chatter,
it goes as I am now writing, It speaks for me, who?
You.. I is lured to the, familiar
Addiction to this, and that. Why mention names, all same twat
twatting about, running it’s mouth. May sound familiar?
Or are you the freed one? Mental illness some would say.. having a bad day, or
only when it’s every day?
a label to comfort me into being
who i am,, Who I I be?
Really wonder,, why write in this slumber of online vibe
freedom to chat about,
or can I jump into the web?
This web and connect?
Connect with the collective, am I not already
Free?
I wish and see the wishes made,, Who rejects?
I am my only friend
sad sad story, it is not
The world is a sad place when stuck in a place of misplace,
a place of downward fall, where all what knows, knows nothing at all,
a place,..
I see you place,,, You will move on
You being the other
things
wings
all be swinging in space.
So why be here?
Where? This space?
Online,, in the web?
Can I connect, am I connect?
Sweet Jeez