People lose their minds
Leaving a little trail of
‘where’s my keys”, and
“who took my…” and
“How will I… and
“Can I bare it one more..
“I’m dying any way..
and in the ‘no more please’
In that painful beg
The sea envelopes
The sky blackens
The winds tear apart
The Fire scorches
The zig zag of grief trips through
the money maze to get to the
job loss to find another “no, sorry”
Wasting energy on story making
that isn’t the truth cause ya don’t know
and what the hell does it all mean anyway?
A stumble from one heavy load to
gather another burden on top of it
Exhausted, drained out, sleepless
Face flat to the ground, dreamless
Cause you can’t sleep.
If the mind is heading south of the border
overwhelmed and freaking out
I say….
“Bartender, a round of damn-it
for everyone, and a shot of TaKillYa”
