Point me in the right direction

Fri, 09/25/2020 - 23:03 -- Nomad1c

I am my own worst enemy.
Thank God there are not ten of me.
While breathing Helium this ain't no joke.
When all the Oxygen's gone up in smoke.
.
I feel as if I'm stuck in place.
But dream of being out in space.
I'd gladly trade this broken heart,
for the finer looking - working parts.
.
On the edge of breaking through.
But stuck here peeking at that view.
So POINT ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION
where printed word needs no election.
.
No sounds will let you hear the words
that corner cattle into herds
of animals with frightened stares
where Helium brings on nightmares.
.
Some may want their ten of self.
I've not the mind to share my wealth.
So POINT ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION
to fight this broken heart infection.

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