employee.

in my mind

my pockets are

turned out

i pawned my dreams

for rent

and electric bills

i have no more

good ideas

no more free wind

through my hair

no more trips

to distant lands

i wouldn't know

where to go

if i could

anymore

just name tags

and ugly black shoes

fake smiling faces

smiling back at me

and i've conned myself

into caring

for so long

that perhaps

now

i actually do

small paychecks

and

big headaches

the luxury of sleep

that i can afford

i don't

and i haven't

for a long

long time

spending my last

few dollars

on poison

so many poisons

it makes no

difference

they're all toxic

it's all toxic

and i'll only know

how fast it's been

killing me

at the end

and i'll wish

i had done it

differently

only

it will be

too late

...

perceive.

it can be hard

to believe

things

things we hear

things we feel

things we see

we wonder

if we can

understand

if it is true

we want to believe

words

people

ourselves

and whether it

matters

or it doesn't

sometimes

we want it to

so we believe

to keep us calm

to keep us in touch

to give us something

to hold onto

i do believe

that we are all

very deeply

connected

but still

i question

do you hear

what i hear

do you feel

what i feel

do you see

what i see?

...