I am exhausted
Of tedious feelings of self hatred
Coalesced with isolation
Sick of the mindlessness of
Cohabitation with souls empty
Of understanding and love
Forcing themselves in artificial relationships
False laughter fills my head
And lifts me off my feet
Like a hot air balloon I drift with no aim
I just follow the currents of friendship
Seeking a location that I could call home
But they always lead somewhere prettier
With vacant roomies for rent
But my pockets are empty
And they don’t accept credit cards
So I dance across the borderlands
Hoping that my empty heart and native songs
Attract costumers, and they will give me their pocket change
Maybe one day I can afford a room but for now
I will practice my prose and performance
And let the hot air fill me,
Until I drift off … again.
