the cat trips me up as I
walk around the room looking for my place
within the head I carry
while I walk wherever I might
walk for days at a time when others
might sit or run the other way
when I think about it long enough
do I really have anything to say
and who is really listening
to the voice everyone else hears
not like the voice heard in the head
born into this world without choice
decision already made myself fall asleep
with pen in hand book open
for thought coffee is still hot
been there all day…
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