PopMartian33107
Acrobat
Misdiagnosed
12’ Midnight,
Pouring rain.
Can’t move forward,
And it’s all been more of the same.
So you open your lips,
And scream at the voices that bludgeon your head.
It’s just the medicine’s fault,
At least, that what the voices said.
But the opportunity to speak to the noises inside you,
Is never much of a choice.
Your heart reacts, but your mind lacks
That strong will power of those with a guiding voice.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
12’ noon,
Sitting on the dock.
Not much else to do,
Except stare at your watch.
So you stand up,
And begin to run.
To nowhere in particular, since
It’s the unpredictable things that you find so much fun.
Jogging out in the thunder and rain,
Drops of hale fall packaged with wincing pain.
Your body reacts, but your mind lacks
That open freedom of the one’s who are sane.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
You arrive at the grocery outlet,
Staring at the prized item you so sought.
You put the piece in your pants pockets,
Since the voices tell you that you won’t get caught.
Outside, the world is glowing with radiant sunlight,
As you cover your eyes from the glare of the windshields.
A worker comes running outside just for you,
And you take off in a stolen automobile.
The voices have left for better things to do,
Climbing into another soul but you don’t know whose.
Your conscience speaks, but your mind is weakened
By other ways of getting out of this dead end.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
A high-speed chase,
Makes its way on the highway.
Everything is going to be all right,
At least, that’s what you say.
Your arm twitches to the left and right,
It must be that time again.
You’ll feed the poison it so desperately needs,
Your friend just hasn’t let you know when.
Breathing much harder now,
Knowing that there is nowhere to hide.
The world is bright and sunny;
Your only fear is the one that develops inside.
The police ram behind your car,
As you crash into the turf and the tar.
Your mind reacts, but your body lacks
The safety of that much needed buckled bar.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
12’ midnight,
As you lie peacefully in your hospital bed.
The voices are the only one’s who will join you in this eternal rest,
At least, that’s what they promised.
Do you feel anything?
Are you at all surprised that you didn’t win?
Misdiagnosed…
12’ Midnight,
Pouring rain.
Can’t move forward,
And it’s all been more of the same.
So you open your lips,
And scream at the voices that bludgeon your head.
It’s just the medicine’s fault,
At least, that what the voices said.
But the opportunity to speak to the noises inside you,
Is never much of a choice.
Your heart reacts, but your mind lacks
That strong will power of those with a guiding voice.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
12’ noon,
Sitting on the dock.
Not much else to do,
Except stare at your watch.
So you stand up,
And begin to run.
To nowhere in particular, since
It’s the unpredictable things that you find so much fun.
Jogging out in the thunder and rain,
Drops of hale fall packaged with wincing pain.
Your body reacts, but your mind lacks
That open freedom of the one’s who are sane.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
You arrive at the grocery outlet,
Staring at the prized item you so sought.
You put the piece in your pants pockets,
Since the voices tell you that you won’t get caught.
Outside, the world is glowing with radiant sunlight,
As you cover your eyes from the glare of the windshields.
A worker comes running outside just for you,
And you take off in a stolen automobile.
The voices have left for better things to do,
Climbing into another soul but you don’t know whose.
Your conscience speaks, but your mind is weakened
By other ways of getting out of this dead end.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
A high-speed chase,
Makes its way on the highway.
Everything is going to be all right,
At least, that’s what you say.
Your arm twitches to the left and right,
It must be that time again.
You’ll feed the poison it so desperately needs,
Your friend just hasn’t let you know when.
Breathing much harder now,
Knowing that there is nowhere to hide.
The world is bright and sunny;
Your only fear is the one that develops inside.
The police ram behind your car,
As you crash into the turf and the tar.
Your mind reacts, but your body lacks
The safety of that much needed buckled bar.
Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?
12’ midnight,
As you lie peacefully in your hospital bed.
The voices are the only one’s who will join you in this eternal rest,
At least, that’s what they promised.
Do you feel anything?
Are you at all surprised that you didn’t win?
Misdiagnosed…
