1000

Slipping onto my chair
My head running at a 1000ºC
The music abstract and liberated,
The only one that can understand, can help filter

Yearning the loneliness,
My heart injected with 1000mg of mistrust,
Injected with die-hard desire for perfection
Injected with the little tiny thoughts of someone’s else happy ending

I look out, seeing the swans hint their way closer
I feel spilt a thousand ways,
No easy route or defined picture
Pushed into difficult decisions and yet no desire to create pain

Weaving and turning, aches, avoiding confrontation is the task of a god
Every step, the common sunshine and snake’s poison
Every time, the mind notes and endures more heat

HF © 2005