Erratic Thermostat
Casey Catherine Moore
Madness is not something you can bury,
cause you will lose yourself in the worry
Running from curses, bad blood, and voices,
wondering what was really behind all those choices
Who owns the feelings, when your mind is reeling,
when the waters get rough, and the drugs aren’t enough?
Sometimes I burn, sometimes I drown,
the tools I lend loved ones nowhere to be found
Laying floors for others brick by brick
holding on to all the habits I cannot kick
I’m an emotional tornado, but staying alive though
Sturdy as a six-toed Hemmingway cat,
just ruled by an erratic thermostat.