Perspective in a pinch,
what would you see?
The rambling girl,
or the messiah I claimed to be.
Step inside my mind,
while I step outside.
Stories about how I broke-
a divine gesture,
a sacred whisper.
No hints to this secret,
only injury to memory.
The miracle of medicine,
the pills I swallow save
and kill me many ways.
What can I do?
How can I cope?
Say goodbye to a clear mind,
and move on.
I want to make you understand,
to make you question,
to inspire,
to be...
A light in the dark,
a spark,
the illuminated lightbulb above your head.
An idea,
a new beginning,
hope,
logic,
a new way of thinking.
Carefree,
a walk in the park,
a fresh start.
A clean slate,
a new state of mind,
a sight to the blind,
a sound to the deaf.
If only I could be.
Frequently I see my life
flicker before my eyes.
I can't seem to find a phase,
a place in the past to call a stage.
I realize, today and yesterday
are the only two stages I've been through in life.
The moment, the present, and the past,
have been both harsh and helpful.
How can I? How could I make myself more clear?
I'm swimming, barely breathing, coming up for air.
I take it in, let it go, take it in, let go of the past,
and at times- everyone in it.
Dead or alive,
I honor the memory of melancholy or peace.
It seems I'm secretly sad
-thinking of what I miss-
forever mourning memories,
acceptable or atrocious.
Trapped in the moment
unable to travel back through time,
or forward to the future.
Hands deep into the fabric of my mindset,
I pick up two pieces and feed them through.
I sat in front of my machine,
expecting myself to improve the world.
Focused on nothing other than
the threads of time connecting us.
What time is it?
What day is it?
I don't even know.
Threads, torn.
I keep tossing scraps to the side
and sewing my spirit into everything.
Slow, I start to unravel.
My well-being becomes unbound
scraps of fabric spread across the floor.
Thinking
-anything the world needs-
I have it.