When it’s all too much to take
I’m at capacity
A failed system sings on the background tv
To my shotgun mouth and apathy

I need reminders of the love I have
I need reminders good or bad
I tilt my chin up in photographs
A subtle way to reinvent the past

With a head so beat and drained
I’m running on empty
As the world collapses with complacency
To knee-jerk takes and fantasy

I talk myself out of myself
When I’m overwhelmed
Is there a way to feel free
Without being someone else?

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