I hear MYSELF talking to ME

I hear MYSELF talking to ME,

sitting alone with thoughts in my head,

searching for answer to what might be queer,

a smile lights up cause I have found a way,

and it all came talking to ME by an ashtray,

just when it gets to a point i’m tapping my feet,

pacing around almost making a beat,

a fleet glimpse in actuality,

I get feeble and my knees are weak,

fall and drown in my seat still talking to ME. Continue reading