i am tired of seeing people
who are clearly lost,
for whom others are –
just a stepping stone
towards an imaginary destination

just counting lovers
and i am in a queue
move me on –
onto something new

all i did was look at the clouds
and begin to dream
others went out and bought things

with their after shove
and perfect smiles
have left them with time
and now they walk for miles

we need to be honest
we need to accept our complications
the things that make us –
many people in different situations

it is all these emotions
all these thoughts in my brain
the belief that we are close
to being insane

someone held me
and felt my chest
another flew away
to a new nest