asylum for the sane let me out let me out she cries no one replies burying her head in her hands she cries for understanding tears that are wept are swept into a drain her pain does not subside shaking her head to clear her mind peering outside
no interruptions oh dear my ears someone is on a talking spree i can’t breathe they’ve sucked in all the air and are releasing it mercilessly thoughts on this reflections on that the dog had a heart attack while cousin sue was shacking up with an
new moon mantra take out the trash wrap up the waste rid yourself of troubles look back into your pile of debris free yourself of emotional burdens before moving forward this dark night communicates quality over quantity old energy dissolves making way for
hunters’ moon markswomen huntsmen this the moon of Orion prepare for the warriors’ watch prepare for the bend the arc the curvature of your bows your quivers hold an arsenal track this eve under the hunters’ moon with no game in sight
just a thought it was just a thought an after a before an in-between wasn’t suppose to create bedlam didn’t have much meaning was just a thought blown out of proportion causing such a reaction just a thought wasn’t so abstract that it should be
stepping stones what what is blocking your way what obstacle won’t let you through you’re only a stone’s throw away those obscure obstructions it’s all in your mind it’s all in your fears that you might not succeed please drop the excuses drop the apologies of
