I Must Pace

Try… you do try

to grip my soul

and with a pole

hooking; on my shirt

I'm covered in dirt

and I am bewildered

like Virginia Woolf

walking into a lake

But I stop

and have a shake...

for my hypoglycemic metabolism

does cause me to bake

In shattered agony

because I am not free

and I am so belittled

and my head’s full of riddles

in which I try to solve

in which I must evolve

because I am evolved

but born prematurely

into this place

it’s not ready for me...

treating me like a disgrace

In time, it is paced

but, I am impatient

and I can't be a patient

of drugs, that’s right, Rx

though I may drink Vex

not sensible

but sadly pensive

and I am

blind

in the rain

And yes, I do blame

an overactive brain

so I’ll shut out everything

or ramble in a train of things

or think of all the names of things …

Blah blah blah blah blah

in space

this is not a race

I must pace.

April 18th, 2013

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