Where you going?

My brain is just a macramé
Of twisted tangled threads
I look at all the folks I know
And what’s inside their heads

Do they see all the things I see

WAIT

Lift me up out of my mess
Help me make some sort of progress
I patiently wait as you‘ve taught me to do
But nothing is changing as I wait on you

ADDICTED

You think you know me so well
But you’ve never lived my personal hell
I’m fairly sure you don’t have a clue
Of the things I’ve had to suffer through

Hallucination

Crashing through the screen door in urgent desperation
I stumble to the ground my brain in liquidation
What made that sound was my investigation

Forever Love

Barefoot flower child,
Left by herself
Learned about life
From no book on the shelf

A hippie at heart,
It was truly her groove
Woodstock was calling
So she got on the move

TAXI DRIVER BLUES

I was thinking, contemplating
Dreams of life and over rating
All my plans for something new

The crossword puzzle in my lap had
Proved too simple and I felt bad