+in.my.mind+
I'm out of my mind.
I'm far away.
I may be here physically,
I usually am,
But right now my mind is away.
I'm having fun.
I'm satisfied.
Why must things seem so right,
So correct, in my mind?
When I go to say them,
They come out in a jumble,
A mess of words that make no sense at all.
All I ever wanted was someone to love,
Someone to love me in return,
And just love in general.
Love is so good and wholesome.
It must feel so good to love and be loved.
The heart must fly and feel oh so free.
