dirt

the body
adapts,
under pressure.
or even when you
get away.
from yourself?
or other people.

stop to lay and think,
take the time.
grasp it in your hands
like sand,
as if you could.

drape your body
as if
made of paper
over a chair to dry,
and this is your time
to think

with its laugh
comes also
a list of pathetics:
"plain", "a" and "symp"

play on words
most wont understand.

tonight, gifted
and in pieces, more so
than usual

if the others around you
fall into routines and patterns
you figure,
it's time to leave and
breath in the fresher air.

but you know
you have no where else to go
and how free
is too free
of a spirit?

sometimes you go crazy
trying to understand
the minds of your peers
and how they think
the way they do.

maybe you will never figure it out
maybe
you grew up too fast.
maybe you never got the chance to

you prefer it this way.