Didn’t believe it would ever come to this
As if time was the greatest jerk of all the jerkiest jerks
The muscle pains, the worsening eyesight, the fading memory
Everything might not be that bad, if looked at in the right light, but…
Despite trying to remain hip, all my pop culture references are now flat and …
Focusing on slowing her breath, she struggled to keep running. They were getting closer.
Everything was a blur, from the initial attack to her jumping out the window.
And to think she had planned on getting hammered off her ass to forget her problems.
Really though, it was more fun trying to hunt those bastards down. She could almost smell their…
She flew through his mind causing his thoughts to race after her
Over and over she escaped his grasp, swooping just out of reach
All he could do was keep trying, but in the end, he gave up and watched
Realizing she was forever not obtainable, but forever in his thoughts, she would…
Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought
Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative
Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense
Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story
Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains
“Pretty hard to swallow what you are trying to feed me.”
“I know, but it’s good for you, so please?”
“Leave me alone. I don’t wanna.”
“Look, I even put it in this smoothie.”
“So now you think I’m a dog?”
Notes played from the strings and brass floated
Over the timpani and xylophones being hammered at
It was then that the woodwinds began to wail
Sending each section into a race to match their bravado
Eventually, the conductor silenced them. She knew the first day in an orchestra as new musicians could be… trying
Looking for a way out of this intellectual maze
Oblivious to all the obstacles I have never thought of before this very moment
Stumbling along the bones of those ideas that died trying previous attempts to flee
The search continued, but upon reflection, I was always hopelessly …
Everything you do affects me negatively and yet
Now you have the nerve to just stand there in front of me trying to be innocent
Expecting me to forgive you of your many sins, so many of them against me
Maybe I should forgive you, something I should have learned in Sunday school
Yet I can’t do that, so that’s why I am going to throw out this mirror!
An active mind is always trying to find things out
Searching for the answers to all their questions
Knowing that it was an impossible feat but the attempt must be made
They were trying to patch things together
And their therapist gave them an exercise to try
Perhaps they shouldn’t have taken it literally
Eventually the EMT was able to unwrap them from all the duct …
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