I admit I ball up all the feelings
That prove themselves to be inconvenient
I choke them out in a gasping spasm
To put on a table to poke and examine
I learn in spurts through fights, arguments
Until my breath is blocked and my vision is static
Push or pull, clinical critic
Put on a table to stick with instruments
No mind knows mine X 3
No one knows me or maybe they do and I don't know why
I've always seen things through a window
A distant viewing of life as action
Observe routine, chart mathematics
Patterns noted as a useful advantage
No mind knows mine X 3
No one knows me or maybe they do and I don't know why