Random Poems

Space

I feel lost
Not lost in a hopeless way.
Lost as in I don't know
what direction I'm moving in,
and I don't know if it's the right direction.
You see my mind likes to wander the atmosphere in search of answers.
In the atmosphere my mind finds memories
Memories I've tried to push down.
Memories that make me feel lost.
My brain likes to wander to
lakes I used to visit,
to holidays I've celebrated,
where it looks for my happiness.
I still have my happiness,
but a part of it seems to be missing.
A part of it lost in the atmosphere
My heart yearns for this piece back but I cannot get it back
This part of the atmosphere
humans cannot go to.
We don't have the technology
to reach this far into the unknown.
My brain has blocked out
some of these memories
It did this to protect itself.
My brain cannot process
some emotions buried in these memories.
That's why in stressful situations I shut down
I become a robot that needs to reboot.
My brain an empty hall where music once was
The music is my thoughts.
Only this chorus is out of practice
They cannot harmonize.
The sopranos love to be heard.
The altos want to be heard but can't be as loud .
The tenors fight with the Sopranos.
And the baritone sympathizes with the Altos.
My brain likes to pick sides.
Left vs right.
I cannot tell which side is more dominant.
My left is practical and thinks
logically as it should.
My right brain loves to be a child as it should,
but the problem is they switch.
The right brain is in control
when the left brain should be.
In stressful situations I should think logically,
instead I become a five year old
that loves to play with toys.
For some odd reason I find it easier
to think like a child.
Maybe that's way my brain goes to the atmosphere to find answers.
As a kid I always loved space,
and how mysterious it is.
Maybe I still think that's where
I will find all the answers to my mysteries.