Slowly Pick Up the Phone to Call Me

I am taken away in my mind today. Looking at lights, internally, I find a numbness that leads me to push further to get through. It is balance I seek. I feel weak, but not meek. Loving a tree forms a rousing children's story. THE GIVING TREE was a sad semi fairy tale in the seventies that spoke of love and forgivenes with addict culture as I see. No more do I see it as reality. If you do drugs, don't talk about it and don't steal. Get to work on time and there will be no pennetentiary. I look up to the sun, as you should do, and see that EVEN THAT you can tunnel through to the point of destruction for the whole planet. I see you, in scrubs, and, beyond that, there is no marked similarity from those beside yee. You have a hierarchy. Access that today. I am not for you. I need your feed to S T O P. I wish that I had the people that can protect and respect in line so that I can be free, but, for now, this grueling job is all mine.