Meditate 

by Mike Defendant 

There's nothing under my bed but space. I'm locked in my head, what a wonderful place. Sometimes it hurts to try, just as much as it hurts to be left wondering why. How did I get here again? Sadness drips from the ink on this ballpoint pen. Heavy days come every once in a while, I'd lift a thousand pounds if I just tried to fake a smile. I'm so tired, sleep would be a gift. These yawns weigh so much, I can't give em a lift.