Cabin Fever

Resolute? Sure.

12-2-04

Resolute? Sure.
Sure as my emotion-laced words
bounce off your unsuspecting heart
and fall to the drive-thru ground
you were raised on
in your fast-food world.
I watch, it's who I am,
and I react, it's who I am.
I think and I do,
and sometimes the world isn't ready
when I begin to unleash from within.
It's easy to never understand
when nothing forces you to think.
It all looks so simple to be you;
you weren't born in a mold but a statue itself,
and I was given the flour
and told to come up with the cake.
There was nothing for you to figure out
other than how to look pretty
(and sometimes that's hard enough).
I had to take a pile of thoughts
and mix them with letters
hoping the feelings wouldn't alter the taste.
But you wouldn't know.
It wasn't a cartoon
or in an easy-open package.
Just another of the many subplots
raging through my head
as I walk along my day;
a constant stream of consciousness
pouring over sidewalks
and mourning the spilt milk
that another day has left behind.
Today it's my gasoline;
tomorrow it's my lifetime
as another page bound to a book about me
that I can't make you understand.
I'm tired of proving myself to everyone,
and trying to stick me
where it matters most
but will never be taken
for what I really am.