I feel a little strange today, maybe a little deranged

My hair is washed and clean, yet so messy that I want to pull it all out.

My breakfast was burned but still tasted good but I can’t get the smell of smoke out of the house.

The light hurts my eyes and I’ve got a headache that’s pounding through my right eye like a wild boar

The injections hurt a lot and now it itches too, I just don’t want to do this anymore.

I want to walk away from it all and keep walking till I’ve scraped out my shoes’ sole

And then walk some more just for the heck of it till my feet are sore.

Maybe I’ll learn to drive some vehicle, but I know I won’t.

Maybe I’ll make do with a cycle and ride like the wind, but I don’t.

Maybe I’ll jump into the pond and scare the frogs, maybe I’ll just sit on the side listen to them croak.

Maybe I’ll try fishing or maybe bird watching. Maybe I’ll do nothing at all and look at the sky.

I’ll look at it at dawn, when the birds wake up and the bats go to sleep.

I’ll look at it in the morning when the flights take off with their lights going beep beep.

I’ll squint at it at noon and grumble about the light

I’ll look at it in the afternoon and see the kites get in a fight

I’ll look at it in the evening when everything is bright hued and beautiful

I’ll look at it in the night when the stars come out and all is wonderful

Maybe I’ll start rhyming every line

Maybe I won’t

Maybe I’ll just stop and it'll all be fine.