And the music plays on
My thoughts give no release
One after the other
Claiming small parts of me
Watching the clouds
Reading the signs
Storm clouds are brewing
I’m running out of time
Out of patience and money
No other options arise
Pulling out all the stops
Fueling the fire in my eyes
Until the beat can take over
Calming the beast here inside
Ripping and clawing
Tearing flesh from my hide
It's all written down
displayed on my skin
Some forsaken clown
With a painted-on grin
Each day, like the next
Changing adverbs for nouns
Scribbled there on my neck
Subtly whittled down
Until my independence
Has become cookie cutter
Never need to finish a sentence
Because they prefer dumber
They don't want me to think
It only adds to the clutter
Pour me something to drink
So, I will never discover
That I am just like the rest
Exactly like every other
That had something to say
That just might challenge the drummer
Opinions get in the way
When you don't follow form
So, they keep me sedated
A soft, pliable worm
Easy to control
They just adjust the rhythm
A fish in their bowl
That just keeps on swimming
If I ever have doubt
Or feel that I am sinking
I simply pull my mirror out
And read what I should be thinking
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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