obstacles to crash

some days reaching down deep

never deep enough

the hole dug is too deep

escape through the floor

lie on the floor

melt into and through the floor

roll over outside inside

keep changing the spot always

hearing whispers but realize

finally those are the thoughts

when the pen rests

on the table or in a pocket

where I go when I rest

in a pocket of peace

can create nearly anywhere

somewhere want to be somewhere

so many places this mind

needs to see chained to a job

how strong stuck mentally

in mud pushing forward

never quite out of the mud

the mind makes obstacles to crash

through everyday all day

made it through another day

positive thoughts sharing them profusely

somewhere out there

someone will get it…