A Wandering Mind's Poem

Sun, 04/26/2015 - 23:16 -- bweezy


United States
39° 2' 16.3932" N, 84° 33' 13.2048" W

My head...

It weighs heavy 
Upon these restless shoulders
Am I trying to live my life?
Or live the dream they sold us?
Am I following my own path?
A winner in a one man race
Everyone keeps telling me 
I'm heading in the right direction
But I feel like I've just been standing in the same place
I can feel the rhythm of my heart 
Beat slow and beat fast 
Trying to get my head out of the gutter
And get it out of the past
My head it badly aches
In the center of my cerebrum
So many thoughts inside my head
Do I ignore or I do I keep them?
Focusing on all the people
Disconnected from other people
Walking around on their devices
Rather than focusing on what is see'able
We have so many doors to open 
Open your mind, cause that's the keyhole 
I'm not lost, I am not lonely 
I am not mad nor am I sad
I'm just trying to figure out this game called life
You can't ask me to make a picture with puzzle pieces that don't match 
You can't ask me to draw a painting if I do not have a canvas 
I don't want to live a life that was manufactured for people LIKE me. I want to live the life that was destined for ME.
I feel like I am drowning in an ocean and I keep sinking to the bottom.
Sometimes I feel like if God had plans for me, than he must have just forgot 'em.
Did we not learn this as infants? As we were playing with our toys? 
You cannot fit a square into a circle!
My neck it is sore
Because these thoughts
They weigh me down
My stomach turns with the sickness of conformity 
My mind it is racing 
On a track with no finish 
Thoughts spin round and round
And I never get any answers
Cause I can't put my thoughts into words 
I can't express the ramble that is my brain into the English language 
I can't focus on one thing 
For as soon as I do...
I stop and I think of you
No no no
This is not a love poem
This is a where am I? And what have I done poem
This is a who am I? And where do I go poem
This is a poem for the lost ones
A poem for all the sleepers
A poem for the top guns
And a poem for the thinkers
I am trying to define me and turn in my loose change 
I am trying to see inside me and understand my brain.
This poem is like a hurricane
This poem is my story 
This poem is all my losses
And all of my great glory 
This poem is all over the place and it probably makes no sense 
This poem might freak you out and think about what I just said 
But all that I am trying to do is get these thoughts out of my head.
Can't get these thoughts... Out of my head
This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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