Unbalanced
Not a physical ailment to scape goat
Topsy-turvy
Dramamine wont suffice
Strapped to a lazy susan
Left to continually spin
The mind can't wrap itself around the
possibility of this dream ever coming true
As many times as its been weaved
Reality just cuts jagged 
It's sense of humor raunchy
Like a bad LSD trip, I'm starting to wig out
Fumbling the balls to juggle and forgetting
the script
Pie on the face would hide the shame
With your new confidence and aggression
I lose my footing
Who is to make this all better
For boo-boo's across the heart take longer
to heal
Will you catch my fall or tie me to the 
railroad tracks...
so in the last minute of clarity I realize...
I am fucked.
 

©Natalie N. Narine