~~You know
Sometimes
You wonder
Who the crazy
One
Is
You hang pictures
On the wall
With spaces
For the small people
To fit in to
You talk to the cat
You drink some wine
Eat some food
Same shit
Different day
You read some
Bukowski
On the pot
Let him mess with
Your thoughts
A little
Wonder what
All the fuss
Is about
You run lists
Through your mind
Helps you sleep
Keeps you awake
And you listen to
The kids
And the old people
And the young
And they talk
Through their
Muffled
Paper bags
And if you dare
You look
In the mirror
Stare at the shadows
Creeping
Out over
Your shoulders
There isn't anything
But the ticking clock
And the soldier
Marching time
On the wall
So you shut down
No point at shouting
At the spaces
In between
And the rope
It's not an option
Today
And as your mind
Does overtime
Cartwheels
In the sand
You put yourself
Somewhere
Else
And think
About how tomorrow
Will be different
With that pretence
You float away
Knowing
The same you
Always knew
And thinking
Just that little bit less
About the junk
That landed
On your mat
Whilst you
Were
Gone