Poetry For Everyday People

Infinite Psychology

I'm pacing
up and down
our home,
to keep from
going crazy,

walking my mind
fast
trying to lose
myself,

the world
is as honest
as it suits it,

we walk our lines,
hold our secrets,
juggle our minds,

pretend,
breathing
silently,
as a fruit
that hangs
from a tree,

until we
close the doors
behind us,

take off
our cloth,
lay down,

pretend
some more.