used to take things before going on walks

it’d be dark and cold

and i’d be underdressed

i couldn’t seem to withhold

 

i’d stumble around the neighborhood 

trees and leaves would move

even though there was no breeze

i couldn’t seem to mentally improve 

 

i grew more and more detached

would walk by a half way house everynight

i thought that perhaps that would one day be my fate

thought that the people would come out and bite 

 

id come running home crying

saying that people were out to get me

in reality it was just drugs

and an ordinary oak tree