Sep 13

most days


Most days I feel like a robot 
That's been pre-programmed 
to go through the gestures of everyday life 
Without really feeling it
Some days I feel like a song
Stuck on repeat 
making the same mistakes 
and the same excuses to 
defend the meager body I call my own 
on occasion I feel awakened from my world of fantasies
but only momentarily 
because soon enough I wander back into the comforting safety of my mind   
ignoring the people who say I should live in the moment 
I don't want to 
the moments they tell me to live in the moment in 
are really terrible moments 
for me 
not for them of course