Where is my mind at?
It feels like it’s 100% north of the border between here and
reality
Where is my soul at?
It feels like it’s below zero 10 yards from the wall of insanity
Where is my game at?
It feels like it’s over and the crowd has gone home to their
gravity
Where is my life at?
It feels like it’s never been born and this whole world’s a
lavatory
Where is my heart at?
It feels like it’s lost in the well of my pity and sorrow and
charity
Where is my breath at?
It feels like it’s gone and it I’m down on the ground praying
for clarity
Where is my love at?
It feels like a feather that’s blowin’ in the wind of the walls of
my dignity
Where is my lust at?
It feels like its buried in the depths of my marriage to her
royal majesty
Where is my dream at?
It feels far away, too close to be real, yet forever in view of
the gallery
Where is my brain at?
It feels like it’s numb from the drugs that enslave the hope of
my brevity
Where is my thirst at?
It feels like it’s wet but with no water nowhere and a rising
dexterity
Where is my smile at?
It feels like it’s up but it only looks down on the people I see
incoherently
Where is my hope at?
It feels like it’s alive somewhere I can’t see yet I believe
insincerely
Where is my hurt at?
It feels like it’s doubled every day since I took the oath of
normality
Where is my eye at?
It feels like it’s drowning in an sandpit of lies and cowardice
daily
Where is my face at?
It feels like it’s a mask that I wear to keep God from touching
me graciously
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