Without A Me

Wildfires burning online images are swirling
Can’t articulate it, can exaggerate it
I will downplay it, sometimes I might be crazy
Or there’s just too much going on without me

Personalities, all anxiety
Chaos through the window, or pane reflecting me
Tapped glass for animals at the zoo, fingers and fries look alike, they sure do
When there’s just too much going on without me

Try to clean up my room, vacuum, dust, even broom
Tag another box, low on time but never clocks
In the attic they’ll stay static ‘til next spring cleaning (you’re daydreaming)
See I’ve been working on the inside

But there’s too much going on inside my, my own head without me

Madness and confusion right outside these walls
Pick and choose the battle, shiny rattles down the halls
Organize eventually, but where to start in this flurry, tell me
When there’s just too much going on without me

Think it’s bad in here, then take a look outside
Trees tipped over now nowhere left to hide
Mental health is ill or is it nature’s will, I used to think I was crazy
(I feel good, I feel great, I must be crazy)
When there was too much going on without me

Look at all these people, plastic in the sun
Chanting, dressed the same, they’re shaming anyone
Who’s not in Kool-Aid knee-deep, screaming, “move along, you sheep,”
Trillionaires pull the strings and these things just keep happening (happening, happening…)

And there’s just too much going on outside my, my own head without me

Drivers blowing stop signs, speeding left and right
Each and every weekday and all throughout the night
Can’t catch these racing thoughts, no use looking both ways
Both ways have trouble speaking (what) I’m trying to say

Yeah I don’t do science unless it serves me well
Yeah I don’t do facts unless I’ve got a story to tell
Can you believe that, no I mean really, can you even believe that
Nothing here is simple unless you step all the way back

Take it piece by piece and it gets harder to explain
Put it back together and you can’t articulate
Every time I try to think, things keep happening
Every time I try to act, nothing happening (happening, happening)

There’s just too much going on, inside my, my own head without a me
There’s just too much now, going on, outside my, my own head without a me
There’s just everything going on, everywhere, always without a me

Written in October 2022

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