Off again, are you? So little time spent here.
Imagination wanders but never too far or near.
Berating the simple one standing still in his heart
What good are you? You can't tell dream from real
And under this abuse mind continues to burn
though stubborn body refuses also to unlearn
these terrible habits which push me apart.
Try to escape it, but it's like I can't start
No rhyme or reason, or even reason to rhyme
writing these lines as if someone will take time
out from their own problems to say hello
Ask how are you, how are you not cold