" The Trip "

An Installment of Poetry by The Art Guy

I feel stuck

I feel lost

I feel like I’m going crazy

I feel alone

I feel left behind

Can you come comfort me baby ?

I can’t seem to get a clue

Conflicting thoughts swirling in my head

I don’t know what to do

This feels like the life of a loser

Where did all that potential go?

It must stay trapped in my dreams after I hit snooze

Is it the drugs?

Or is it the Drugs?

Or is it the poisonous smiles and stiff, rigid hugs?

Am I overthinking?

Am I obsessing?

This is all so overwhelming

Hush little girl, don’t cry

Problems don’t exist with a pillow under your head, the blanket to your chin Why stay here, when in your dreams you can fly?

Get up little girl, life is worth living!

Get a tattoo, do some drugs, get away from it all, just go

Your damns are not worth giving!

No, grow up little girl, you should know better by now

You have no control, no explanation

Life is not a TV show, you’re no actor, don’t take your bow

Life is a trip little girl, you have to let go

Beauty and joy can be found anywhere

Relax and enjoy yourself, just be responsible, be sure to take it slow

Simply accept the trip little girl, that’s all

Breathe to the beat of the colors

The floor may move beneath you, just jump back up if you should fall

I’m going to accept the Trip now, I’ll try

I’ll breathe in the colors, I’ll take it slow, I’ll let go

I’ll push forward, I’ll fly, just know that when I say I don’t give a damn, sometimes I lie.