My soul is bruised
Swallowing the chemical tool
Altering my blood from mood
(In) stability
Defeated breaths
Are resolute
With self-soothing
Exhaled sighs
Dismounting my high horse
I prepare to clean its hooves
Before taking it to the glue factory
Using the modge podge
Repairing a humbled home
Of overestimated projects
And weeding a forest
To alter the cycle
Meditated on
Motivated,
I've
Imagined
Investigated
And simmered into solutions
Only to struggle to put them in reality
Gusto, gone
May this stormy meditated mind
Find solace as it swims in the sea
Of stuff and self-imposed expectations
May I say grace
As I'm lucky enough
To take the pill
And burp up the shame
From the medical marvel
I don't wanna take
I'd do it for me
But really
I'd do it for my family's sake
Numbing the swells
To a manageable tide
May I say grace
As I'm lucky enough
To take the pill
And burp up the shame
From the medical marvel
I don't wanna take
I'd do it for me
But really
I'd do it for my family's sake