Setting Fire

Everyday is dull, mundane
A travesty to my brain

I wish I were elsewhere
Or setting fire to my hair

I’m typing with these fingers of mine
But I’d rather be strumming
All I want to do is feel more than fine
As my fingers begin their unconscious drumming

Candy sounds good…mmm…now I want to eat
I’ll take anything that’ll make me feel less weak

I’ll take whatever it is you’ll give to me
Just give me something more than this mundane travesty

But you don’t, besides, you can’t
Even though you hate my rant
Even though you want to be so much more for me
By doing so, you’d only be helping to delude me

So, I’ll continue to eat all of this junk
And I’ll continue to be in this funk
And I’ll continue to feel like swine
And I’ll continue to feel unlike mine…

And everyday will become duller and more mundane
And that travesty in my brain…will only drive me insane

And for all of this time, I’ll only wish to be elsewhere
Instead of trying to set fire to my hair.

© Christina Leslie .2005. November 26.