Thought

Floating from thought to not,
To not think at all,
Is a blessing.

Taking tumbles like taking a drink,
I drown myself in nothing but
The dirt beneath my feet.

Forgive me if I stutter,
My lips aren’t acquainted with the truth.
Not acquainted with freedom.

Much like breathing I hate to move,
My shoes are glued, my feet tied,
I cry.

Take a breath,
Don’t forget to hold it in,
If you keep going, you’ll start a fight you can’t win.

Let words become your actions,
Define yourself with thought.
Keep going ‘till you stop,

Or better yet, not.