Heart, mind; revisited

I am a writhing person, changing to much it's hard to keep up with me.

How many people are hard keeping up with themselves?

It's tough when you find time passing you by so fast, and you're so aware of it.

A couple of days go by, and I feel a couple of days.

A couple of nights go by, and I feel a couple of nights.

My cells are falling off everywhere.

My friends are falling off everywhere. What am I to do?

I am talking about the whole here. The whole whole.

The whole hole.

Another draft, another cig.

It doesn't help, but gets me through.

I have hope, I keep repeating.

I have hope.

I have hope.

You are here somewhere, Mr. Anonymous

I will contort you, I am sorry.

Someday I will live just to live

and not kiss just to kiss

and you will not have friends with benefits

just to have friends with benefits

and I will have a wrap around porch

and a green garden

and lilies all around

and I will be someone's daisy

because I am someone's daisy