Antidote

That pessimistic black cloud needs to crawl out of my ass

I do not deserve to be further disgraced

I know my place in the grand scheme of it all

I am not trying to step on any toes

Everything goes perfectly and it goes all the way through

It is ridiculous to bring my spirit up so far, only to throw me down

I am the addicted clown who was not thinking enough ahead of time

I had really no plan, until one arrived

I am not going to allow this to ruin my groove

I am simply going to jump back in and I am going to swim my ass off

I'll do underwater somersaults 

I'll hold my breath like I don't need any air

I am almost right back there where I should be

I ran my mouth more than I used my head

But, the truth is much better than lying

Silence is the ultimate antidote

I know by now what can happen with verbalized plans

I must wash my hands of the entire memory

Like I have just been released from the womb

I am sure that the evil would love to see me encased inside of my tomb

But, I am not alive to cater to them

They are not alive to long to be me

I guess that I would have to be stuck behind their eyes to see what it is that they see...

6/2/2017