Too Static

I hate these moments

Where I can't move.

My heads traveling a hundred miles an hour.

My legs raised on the ottoman.

I try to get started and get very tired and go to bed.

Been a While

Been a while

Since I heard myself

A lot of outside noise

Keeps me elevated

Not the inner me

But the me we see. 

The father

The artist

The manager

The son

The this

That...

A whole lot of Ishs

Get in the way of real talk. 

Been awhile

It's cool...

Plenty of Ishs keeping me busy.