Some days,
I’m just not there
not here, not there,
not anywhere
Living in my head
can be crazy wonderful &
desperately dull
and everything inbetween the lines
Some days,
I’m just stringing together
one piece of me at a time
endlessly reaching out for that future I can’t see
Trying to be
that me
everyone else seems to think I am
and everything inbetween
Some days,
I should just shut up.