No Problems

 


Sometimes
I sit
in unrest
with my words
still unfinished  
with a mind
that's over stressed

but it's fine
as it's
addressed

As my
brain cells
start self peeling
I'm sitting
on false ceilings
if I think too much
inner phones
start ringing
I pick one up
to a voice
that's echoeing
it is my own
I recognise the tone
but it speaks
from tomorrow
about what is now old
so I'm in the middle
of living on hold
that's why I never
listen
to my instincts
gone cold
you have to take
the mission
as it unfolds
if it breaks
it's just a lesson
not a venture
gone untold .

All those
daydream ,what if's
and should've , could've
maybe's
they're a huge
pile of shit
sent
to drive you crazy
what matters
is this
the now
not the lately
that's why
I often say

it's addressed
I'm fine
and I'll
be okay .