What Did You Do?
There isn't any good response to it.
Heat rose up My head the ceiling of a sweat lodge All reaction All instinct
Shards of my mood lay in the rug To be stepped on days later
“You have to learn to control yourself.” “Nnnaaaagh! I know.”
Trying to think thoughts in a still-empty head
“It's just...” “I know.”
Little white saviors bring healing With big bumps in the road I can't see coming Until the bounce Cracks my head on the roof
Not even the decency The energy To help clean up I go horizontal With designs To wake up myself