stuck in swirling circiuts of sadness
retelling and retolling the lacking nature
of the beast, am the beast
and legends die
I'm standing lakeside
waiting for the high tide
so I can cast my bottle
and say goodby
anxiety is mistaken for
claustrophobic inside
agoraphobic out
wild wild world so boring day to day today
maybe we will meet today
maybe we did yesterday
or the other week or year
but it's all drowned
and no one has any real fear
I'm not going to settle
or settle down
settle around good things
build something from nothing
not going to draw
or draw from experience
not going to throw violence
anger in bundled fists
not going to carve
or carve myself from some
stone that I've become
I let the wind and water do their job
I'm not going to gaze
hypnotized in stasis
playing DVR for familiar faces
hibernating mind going faster than I would like
body dying from health and hindsight
creaking joints and dislocated spine
flat floor calling
white tiles and the faucet running
i look in the mirror
and ask where is my mind
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