Absent Minded
Reality the Drug
Escape the
Fears and mistakes
Turn your head
And look the other way
Another point of view
Like a painting in a museum,
At first the addiction can leave you manic
Controlled victim of fear and the oppressed.
It takes some getting used to
Escape the pains
and anguishes
leave these recycling tears behind
breathe in, stretch or flex
pat yourself on the back you'll be fine.
No accomplishment a small feat
and not everything is a fight
Even if you don't believe yourself
tell yourself often when trying
that you are kicking some butt
Not everyone makes it
I'll swallow my pride when i have to
I'll smile when I'm happy and not ashamed.
I'll be honest and sometimes might exaggerate
to find thats what Ive been doing.
Mountains and molehills, the road
might be long and painful and treacherous,
but it will get easier every time
i wanted to feel , now I'm oversensitive
i wanted to give up and found thats not what i wanted
i wanted sanity and understanding,
found myself feeling crazy...
but I'm hopeful, I'm patient, I'm thinking a lot but lazy in action
I'm desensitizing
I'm learning
now I'm angry,
feeling stupid and suffering regrets,
hurt
i need a sense of humor
to help me with these perceptions
and realities
Now I'm stumbling a little, laughing
more understanding and loving,
accepting and respectful.
Now I'm striving again, a bit fearful and suspicious
but finding bravery once again
amazed and in awe of an intelligence
i never saw, or thought i myself had,
the tears don't come as easily
the fears are still there but not as strong.
The understandings are there,
Once the hurt eases,
the anger will have no confusion to fo feed upon
and dissipate
Fears and mistakes
Turn your head
And look the other way
Another point of view
Like a painting in a museum,
At first the addiction can leave you manic
Controlled victim of fear and the oppressed.
It takes some getting used to
Escape the pains
and anguishes
leave these recycling tears behind
breathe in, stretch or flex
pat yourself on the back you'll be fine.
No accomplishment a small feat
and not everything is a fight
Even if you don't believe yourself
tell yourself often when trying
that you are kicking some butt
Not everyone makes it
I'll swallow my pride when i have to
I'll smile when I'm happy and not ashamed.
I'll be honest and sometimes might exaggerate
to find thats what Ive been doing.
Mountains and molehills, the road
might be long and painful and treacherous,
but it will get easier every time
i wanted to feel , now I'm oversensitive
i wanted to give up and found thats not what i wanted
i wanted sanity and understanding,
found myself feeling crazy...
but I'm hopeful, I'm patient, I'm thinking a lot but lazy in action
I'm desensitizing
I'm learning
now I'm angry,
feeling stupid and suffering regrets,
hurt
i need a sense of humor
to help me with these perceptions
and realities
Now I'm stumbling a little, laughing
more understanding and loving,
accepting and respectful.
Now I'm striving again, a bit fearful and suspicious
but finding bravery once again
amazed and in awe of an intelligence
i never saw, or thought i myself had,
the tears don't come as easily
the fears are still there but not as strong.
The understandings are there,
Once the hurt eases,
the anger will have no confusion to fo feed upon
and dissipate
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Reality the Drug
Reality the Drug