Talking To Myself

One day you opened up your eyes inside of you

Inside a world inside a universe

You didn’t get to choose

You didn’t get to pick the rules

Or pick the past or set the pace

Or cast the cast and crew

You didn’t get to pick your starting place

And though it was a race you didn’t understand

You simply lined up on the blocks

And when the pistol popped you ran

And when you tripped and dropped you

Picked yourself up off the ground

And picked your scabs you knew

You had to pick a plan to end what you began

As you got older there were days of cold surrender

Days of shrugged whatevers folded

In with days of shocking splendor

But as time advanced the lovely days

Were covered up from view

By an advancing melancholy haze

That hovered near the dew

Yet there were moments

There were these pure arresting moments

When you stepped outside your head

Outside your pain outside control

Outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage

Outside the need to get it, get it

You will never get it, that’s okay

Have you felt a little off today

Had a lot to say

But wound up talking to yourself?

Have you hunted for a kindly ear

But couldn’t find one near

And wound up talking to yourself?

Had a little spot where you been going through a lot

Wanna shove it to the bottom

But a trouble gonna bubble to the top

Then the bubble gonna pop

And the hustle never ever gonna stop

Cause you get up in the morning get ahead

Then get to bed and then you do it all again

Until the moment that you drop

You need a plot what you wanna witness

With this life you got

You kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin

And pick this lock

That ticking clock lets you know

That bitch you got these situations witchu

Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down to talk

Ever wonder who’s the crazy the one

People walking to work as if nothing is off

But if a person really got it

They would be cracking a bottle on somebody’s head

And looting from shops

Are there times you’re alone

Now when nobody’s home

But you walk around muttering under your breath

Second shit saying goddammit goddammit

Goddammit just whispering soft

Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts

Tripping when you think

About the cost of seeing this through

When you tie your stomach into knots

That you don’t know how to undo

But do you ever have another moment after that

When you can see

There’s no one way this has to be?

Or maybe that’s just me

Had a lot to say

But wound up talking to yourself?

Have you hunted for a kindly ear

But couldn’t find one near

And wound up talking to yourself?