Hopeless fanatic.
Misguided romantic.
Frantic.
My best childish man trick,
Antic.
Ticky, tock.
..the clock shifts, knock, knock.
Knocked back into reality,
A concussion so sporadically
puts me in the situation that bared my insanity.
In sitting so desirably
sounds so sweetly seemingly swallowed me.
Me thinking these inspired
Truly falsely was I wired
I was…
drained.
In just trying to abstain.. no refrain
Foreign lanes in my mind from inter-winding
I rewind.
Get lost in the rhyme.
Frantic?
or just a complex in time?
-Your Neighborhood Motherless Child
A Cup of Tea with a Motherless Child 