FoundAlongRoad

Punch to the gut just a light one
Stomach dropped in the morning light some
Guess it’s a sight I gotta get used to
Guess it’s a flight of fancy I can’t choose to
Feed
Deja vu all over me
I’ve been here before
Further into it
These are the cuts
Burning intimate
The skin I weave back together with shaking hands
Grateful for the pain even as the wound is festering
Gotta purge it all to heal
Every time it gets a little easier
Start sooner when it starts to ache
Like scurvy all it takes
Is a complete lack of care
And every old scar reopens to the air
Sometimes I think they’re this living part of me
That occasionally just have to breathe
Bleed it like an old time illness
Let out the sickness
Til I can think clearly
Maybe it’s a side effect of a mind surviving on a steady stream
Of fantasy
To build it all up from nothing, seeing what could be
But it’s just pretend
Only in my head
Reality escapes me
Or I from it
Maybe I should be scared there will come a day
When I can’t tell the difference
If so just let me go
I found so much real here
For all my time I’ll hold it dear
But if it ever stops and I’m not needed
Let me fade into the ink
Cease to be anything more than words
Touched only if you care to sink
Into another world, an unseen place
Only felt in magical submission
Gotta hone your dissociation
Hatred for capitalism
Most societal constructions
And everything men poisoned
Or touch mother nature and take her in
Go deeper than I lived
The things I crawled within
I’ll burn forgotten as curled pages with the rest of everything
But until then I will live