Sunday, October 9, 2011

Chemical Imbalance

With my heart in my throat and my head in the clouds
I run up the stairs and eat shit on the landing
Lets start a rugby team, lets make pizza!
Lets dance in the rain like my heart is commanding
Finally I catch my breath, I stop to drink
I slow down and reduce my buoyancy to think
The match is not over and the miles are not less
There is still half a world to travel
So I square my shoulders and bandage my knee
And I go back to work lest my world should unravel.

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