Snapshot

Why are my feet grieving I may have been running away
There's a hint of self awareness but my mind draws a blank
The start alludes me it could've began on my birthday
Maybe it's dementia, or hopefully, a cruel prank
They come back and go again and again they always stray
Could I be a captain that doesn't know his own boat has sank
Too much to handle, every kick and punch made no headway
Protective fantasy, living comfy on the Right Bank
Is that selfish to think of myself and ignore my sway
Driving with directions tearing at the time that is lank
These engraved feelings that clench my head begin to decay
Becoming dark, putrid waste streaming through a septic tank
Scattered feelings I may fix and then here try to portray

Reviews

[Kay]

Interesting title, it makes you reread to think about the meaning of it.