Bolio Revisited

how many times do I have to show you my mind so  

you know I don’t know and how many          

times do I have to say skies should be blue I

see gray sky today dark of the night, but the moon    

and saturn quite a sight to behold, soon it      

will hide I take it all in keep my eyes wide

as the window open and I am out of my mind I        

hear someone shouts that they know who it  

is or where I have been to the highland, but

I know the low stagnation sets in and I feel I

should go to a place but I know not

where do they come from they sit and

stare for too long don’t know what they see for

I sit alone, no one but my pen and I

my thoughts and my book just thoughts

that I write boring—no hook so just turn away

but I wish that I knew what it could be

that keeps their eyes glued in my

direction wish they would stop the silence is

deafening I hear my eyes pop and what

does this mean along with the rain

burning and falling on me with great pain from

the inside I need a release finding a spot

inside me filled with peace of the puzzle

enigma of sorts this peaceful place that

my speech distorts…