When one goes out of mind,
the other plays on over.
What to do in the troubled
mixed harmonies,
rising layers above my shoulders.

I’ve been here once before,
how did I not learn my lesson?
I wish oh wish
I stuck to my gut,
on my boundary standing protection.

I let too many in,
run my mind and be played.
my judgements twist in six,
left thinking that I was safe.

I look back at my past,
throughout all of my hurting,
and now I’ve caught on to yearn
for my petty anxieties.