Fish

Settled in my ways I am going fishing.

Scattered on a plate your brain is

wishing

to fulfill a mission that looks and feels

quite impossible to heart.

Lots of neurons want to take a part,

yet none of them can be that selfish or courageous.

Outrages and outstanding is my desire to self-destruct.

I wish there was a potion that can brake this pact

of racing thoughts and heartbeats on a mission.

On  the other side I think you need a dietitian,

On the count to ten those lies are now

becoming true.

The skies are purple, and my dreams are turning blue,..

No fish was ever that lonely in the ocean.

The smell of You,this is my favorite body lotion,..

Rubbed all over me are someone else's ideals for a happy future.

Not mine.