One Sided Conversation With My Son... 2002

I can't think clearly; can get it straight.
I can't be too early; can't be too late.
The water's dripping. can't clear my head.
Mom, I didn't hear you!
Did ya say you wish I was dead?
Hey Mom, I think I'm losing my mind.
I think that I'm going insane.
I have no friends, no family, no home;
Just these voices that I hear in my brain.
Hey Mom, do you remember the movie, The Wall?
I just can't break out of this dream.
What was that Mom? Were you talking again?
I can't figure out these false memories.
Are they real and what do they mean?
You know Mom, I love you. What did Steve say?
I can't clearly remember my life.
Was I ever happy or fun to be near?
What was that Mom? What did you say?
I came out of your stomach.
Did you know that Mom?
I think that I should help you.
I think I should come home.
Mom, I'm afraid of these people out here.
Ya know Mom, they all have mad game.
They've screwed with my head.
They've hypnotized me.
Now I just don't seem the same.
What was that Mom? Tell you the truth?
Am I on drugs? No. Just smoking weed.
No Mom, I'm not dropping acid. I'm not shooting up!
Hell no, Mom, I'm not on speed!
Mom, I'm afraid. I don't have a home.
Do my friends back home ask for me?
Hey Mom, please come here and get me!
So, here I go…
To California again…

L.A.McNabb
11 July, 2002

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