I write less–
Never really having the energy–being exhausted by panic attacks
That’s what i spend this useless time on
Drawing blanks to conclusions–as all of those thoughts sit with panic while jumping to conclusions
I sit on the ground–this bum of mine
Sometimes i lay
in the exhaustion, hoping to remember every word –say,
In order as the passers by with day
Now igniting these cigars to cloud judgement–once so hard to find
I sit with all of these mixed decisions
Without thought to define….
–“Whatever the fuck it is”–
“I would believe they call that, homeless”, bummer.
Mitchell, Tierra (AE)