July 19- what a friend for to have

Benstopfel

Mahogany dust, and grass in my lungs
I pull myself to a higher run
I’m chock full of maple
I bring to the table
A penchant to be so high strung

What a friend for to have
I’m not dead. I’m just sad.

If you’re talking to me
And you see right through me
My eyes are glazed
From my racing mind
It’s not that I’m high
I’m just too deep inside
The sputtering brain that I was assigned

It’s evergreen that I wanna be seen
But… not like that… and not so hard
When you’re looking at me
I’m just playing acting
The normal that I think I should be