Fantasy

I sit and stare

off in to space; my eyes glazing over

and a feeling of content nothingness sweeping over me.

I go through hoops

of random lyrics that race

across my mind

and dive off my rambling lips.

They move without words,

communicate without audience,

speaking to no one

who his exactly who I want to talk to;

who is exactly who I’m seeing.

My spasms uncontrollably rattle my soul from leg to toe.

They look unintentional and make me seem tick-ish.

Mumbling tongue,

gazing eyes,

seizing limbs,

tortured mind

trying to get out;

and it will.

I must look a loon.