is

If sunshine is my happiness
then this winding road is seeming
to lead to a shady
park bench

One amid the very souls I despise
my personal hell
a constant
musical chairs
of heartfelt discussions
with my enemies


I seem to get a little bit closer
there
while
I want to be moving closer to feeling fine


What happened to
a bright smile and a cup of coffee
to sweet to be mean in the morning?


Or a sun so bright I can't help but smile,
am I making myself feel less
closer to where I want
no
need to be?

Everyday
the feeling
the thought
the sigh
her
me
my insides
the pain
the drugs
my smile
his laugh
her need
my life
sigh....................

lay back enjoy the ride
or walk I should say.