Monotony

If I think for too long,

or don’t feel too strong, 

I get trapped in my skull.

and all that I long 

is to walk down the street 

and out of myself,

feel the humdrum of someone else’s thoughts for once,

not my own,  

and I’m sure they would make a lot more sense,

be a lot less dense, 

agree with themselves

and nod along, 

sing the same song, 

not bicker and fight, 

as mine might, 

if there’s a fork in the road, 

or an uncrackable code, 

I wind myself up,

as my mind ticks and whirs, 

there’s what if’s and how comes 

and smudges and blurs,

and i rattle the bars to get out of my cage.

but it’s these eyes only that will see my life

through high resolution as sharp as a knife

these ears alone will hear them shouting at me, but

I have sympathy

It’s true.

I’m still learning to live with me, too.