Something’s in my Head by HMC

Public domain image, royalty free stock photo from www.public-domain-image.com

Running – something I can’t see,

I feel it chase, envelope me.

Falling now, then I’m down,

 it comes back.

Back around.

Fill it with something or other,

Shove it down like bread and butter,

Chase the pain with a shot of Vodka,

It comes back round, and so why bother?

Bottle up, shut it up, push it down, hide away.

Cut it out, butt it out, smoke it up, buy today.

Hoard it quick, take a sip, roll around in someone’s bed.

Anything, anything, do anything – escape your head.

I run around this mouse contraption, relying on this mad distraction.

A song and dance it doesn’t cease, so I can pretend that I’m at peace.

Running, running, running, running, running, running.

STOP

I stop.

I ponder.

I wonder.

I fulfil.

I glide.

I stroll.

I laugh.

I spill.

Forth like radiance on a starry night.

Forth like winter, I take a bite.

Forth like forever, and now I’m free.

And no one, no one’s chasing me.

But give it a while. It starts again.

Running – something’s in my head.

HMC

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “Something’s in my Head by HMC

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s