Driving though the back roads of my mind
Slamming on the breaks as a deer runs by
I sigh
It’s really heavy with these thoughts
These ideas inside my head that fill me with dread
I said
I don’t know if I can keep going
But everyone else thinks I’m fine, maybe not thriving but not outta time
I rhyme
To keep myself occupied
Keep my brain from thinking about all the pain
I’m sane
At least that’s what I tell myself
But at night when the lights go out I think they’re right
I might
Have a couple of screws loose
But who doesn’t have one or two loose little screw
I do
What I gotta do
But I procrastinate until it’s too late
I’ll wait
Till the last minute
To tell anyone alive that I’m not sure I’ll survive
I thrive
Is what I tell them
But would the truth set me free to be me
And maybe get to a place where they see my face
Not where they see pain or a lie just a real guy who may thrive
But then the deer crosses by and I’m back to my drive
Comments (1)
Ahhh the unending thoughts that plague man. I listen to audiobooks to drown out mine, The classics, biographies, psychological thrillers. My mind stays occupied. About three weeks ago I was driving up the mountain road to the school I work at and a deer ran alongside my car for about a half mile. I slowed down to watch her and she safely crossed in front of me. They say that is a sign. I ought to write a poem about it Thank you for your share