I yearn to be happy and yes,
I want to be here and yes,
I yearn for a mill-pond mind.
Not a ripple,
Not a series of ever decreasing circles to be seen…imagine that!
and the courses I’ve done,
and the sessions I’ve had,
and the advice I’ve heard!
Not a soothing kiss.
just change, the theme and,
just be mindful? they winced in doubt!
I yearn to be dressed not fractious but tranquil
Not a series of stutters and stammers.
Not an inadequately analysed case study from a Google Shrink.
and apparently I can fix me if i just…well…
and apparently I harness it all!
and apparently I am the remedy,
and apparently I can fix me if i just…well…
and apparently I harness it all!
So my brain is Facebook stream, a vacuous lacuna.I yearn for a no feed, no ads, no profiled mind.
Not this clutter, white noise, pithy black hole.
Not this darkness where I sit on the floor hugging my legs,
I yearn for a no feed, no ads, no profiled mind.
Not this clutter, white noise, pithy black hole.
Not this darkness where I sit on the floor hugging my legs,
Free from a crusted wilting edge along my brow.
And yes I am a bi-product,And yes I have ACE’s,
And yes I question my every step but NO, not my every breath,
And yes I want to hear the birds sing and my children laugh and feel the soft exhalation on my neck from my heart as she sleeps peacefully next to me..and yet,
I have no answers.
And yes I have ACE’s,
And yes I question my every step but NO, not my every breath,
And yes I want to hear the birds sing and my children laugh and feel the soft exhalation on my neck from my heart as she sleeps peacefully next to me..and yet,
I have no answers.
So my head is a snakes wedding of unstoppable contortions and so,I yearn for the tinnitus to stop and yes,
I yearn to be happy and yes,
I want to be here and yes,
I yearn for a mill-pond mind.
I yearn for the tinnitus to stop and yes,
I yearn to be happy and yes,
I want to be here and yes,
I yearn for a mill-pond mind.