Sometimes I just freeze. Go numb. Or dumb. Or both. It's one of those days while the laundry saga from the day before has picked up momentum and has become a bit of a detailed obsession.
the day before's momentum
has now become obsession
of picking through the pieces
that might need to get done - but why right now?
it's like i'm moving in slow motion
but faster than the ocean
because it's so expansive
it seems to go extremely slow - at least from here
a pensive little fear
So the tiny little pieces
that give me ice brain freezes
and brings me to my knees is
out of step
out of time
out of rhythm
out of rhyme
out of luck
out of shine
out of quarters
can you spare a dime
snap out of it
release control
know that i'm not the one in charge
of anything worth anything
and the fact that we need laundry done
or milk or tums or some more fun
won't stop the wheel anyway
so keep on turning
or burning like Proud Mary
And that's about how things go on in the big upstairs
when time seems short and I get scared
and tempo beats inside
and nerve endings are fried
perspective lost
periscopes tossed
emotions frost
teeth flossed
and tomorrow brings a second chance to see
the forest through the trees
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