Strange World

My head is cloudy and nothing seems right.
The sky is too low and the wind won’t stop blowing-

I don’t even feel the safety of this page that I used to.
So many minutes that go by while I focus
that when I let go I threaten to not return ever again.
Day after day blending into night-morning-gone
all of it spiraling towards the Future they keep telling me about.

My future is now; my future is work and listening and obeying.
We all grow up to work and grind and keep the routines and ruts we cut
enjoying our tastes of freedom.

I hold no anarchy- do not mistake me-
I just sometimes see the world for what it is
and it depresses my subconscious.

My brain works too much, overtime, above and beyond
anything that I’ve ever asked it to do.

So I’ll just sit here longer and hope this shade passes
so that I can join my laughing friends in the next room.

…someday…