You walk around
moving but not thinking
you talk the town
cruising, while your sinking

you sing the tune
humming in your mind
you walk the moon
but your falling down behind

So follow me to the edge of my sanity
Im walking tall, but so terrified to fall

i need a leash i need a cage, i need a place to feed this rage
ive found the book but lost the page

So tired of writng the next line
cant you read my life to me
Just want to turn off and tune in next time
thought it was you but now i see
the only one to blame is me

painfully pondering the lights in the floor
disdainfully wandering the fights behind the door
lost and backward through the street
swatting bats in the sky
blistered and sockless on ragged feet
crying tears that are dry

so welcome to the garden the garden of the beaten
where the blossoms don’t bloom and the fruit has been eaten
walking along a solitary path
then i stop at the top of a stair
so wrong, fumbled in my math
want to step now but im scared

so rolling on I’m rock
unable to rest, unable to fall
full of tick but all outta tock
unable to be another brick in the wall
“sorry but we’re all outta stock”
feeling has all gone in shock

just another boulder teetering on the edge

Jesse Sichkaryk