i sometimes nod to myself when i'm thinking
to everyone else around i must seem mad
weird deranged
a little bit out there
and maybe i am
a little bit in there
too much in there actually
inside my own head
these days i keep nodding out
telling myself it'll come back
the reading the writing
all the things i seem unable to do
for now
i nod out over and over again
waiting for the light to come on
not admitting defeat just yet
did i ever tell you my favorite poem
was called The Laughing Heart?
