Impressive I’m often amaed by my complexity,
when contemplating situations, actions that surround or entrap me,
I travel my memory
a labyrinth through my mind,
and I’m often impressed by my intensity,
those moments when emotions
pile up high and deep,
and I am so clenchedly immersed in the depths of my own self
that I touch
my soul
and it tingles
a whole
lot.

I’m often dismayed by my social anxiety,
when I’m amongst a group
detached such that
I feel like the rest of the world’s a whole nother planet
revolving round me,
and though I would love to shine so,
I just burn
hard as
hell.

I’m often impressed by the world,
by easy-blowing free-flowing breeze,
sea-swinging trees
mellow-high skies,
and I can touch the sun
like I touch myself
and just like I can roll up into a ball
when buzzing flyswarms come round,
I can fly
high as plucking
Aphrodite’s fruitful lyre,
amongst Miles Davis basslines,
Jimi Hendrix guitar abundancies
and classic, bouncy reggae beats