You Ready?

The monkey used psychotherapy
To kill the role I keep re-inventing
So I left to become less plural
On a vision quest to find
my next step
To walk me past Monday
When I’ll deal with denial
Something’s moving,
Something’s grooving
Things sure don’t feel the same

Land fills with magazines
And I’ve returned wearing the
wrong-way dress
The air is thin and the trolls control
I’m a writer on the run disguising
Naked truth with sloppy words
A vague revolution and
a phenomenon above my head
Something’s moving,
Something’s grooving
Things sure don’t feel the same

Soft against your belly
hold me tight please
Soft voice said “You ready?”
I just might be

Anxiety runs deep in every word
we speak
I think I’m ready to has an
affair with independence

Soft against your belly
hold me tight please
Soft voice said “You ready?”
I just might be

©2005 LMYLM