Just Another Book

Scattered thoughts.

I wrap myself in a warm blanket,

And curl up my toes.

I take a sip of my coffee

And tell my worries to go.

I wish that they were obedient,

They always say no.

So I put them in a corner

And ignore them while they make a mess.

About what's to happen next

You have already guessed.

Well my mom walks in

And yells at me for the mess that I ignored

She tells me to clean it up

Before she walks out of the door.

I try to explain it's not that simple,

For the mess has got powers

And it doesn't want to go.

So I take another sip of my coffee,

I bet you had forgot about that.

My room represents my scattered mind

And mess is all over the place.

Crawling, growling, dancing, shouting,

Jumping all over the place.

What was I talking about?

I seem to have lost track.

Trust me when I say this,

I m really not on crack.

Children, please don't do drugs,

For it is really bad.

You can act high when you are sober,

You don't need to spend money for that.

I m still wrapped in my blanket,

Thinking about a flying mat.

I m not the first one to think of it,

Someone always beats me to that.

You are probably wondering,

Where m I going with this?

What if I don't want to go anywhere

And just stay here like this?