The day after

The day after,
A day behind.
I can’t seem to keep track in my mind

Scattered thoughts
Scattered Memories
Scattered Truths,
Just don’t know who’s “Reality” is right.

“Get to the point, Begin to begin”
Just Rambeling on
From one thought to another.
No longer making sense.
Nor have I in the past.

I now have proof that I am not sane
Phew…. It would be a scary world if everyone was manic-depressive!
But their not
Just me! (Or that’s how I feel!)
In my twisted, scatter’d rambelin’
Emotional self

Joe M.
8-19-04