ah constipation..

Stillness, quite, I expected to be peaceful.
Hopeful, willful, I didn’t see confusion.
Disoriented, discombobulated (yes that is a real word)
Emotionless, thoughtless, yet a cool blank thing is glad

I’ve found patience, I’ve found purpose
Active non-doing seems a key
I feel I am logical
I think I am right
Yet… *sigh* and yet … well you see?

A path is meant to be straight I feel, and yet they never are
I have a goal, its not to far
But I cant more towards it, not by boat, or train, nor bus nor car.
I’m looking forward, moving backwards, and all the time I’m lost
Facing upwards, twirling roundwards; spinning in circles all the while
Circles... hm. yes circles, circles.

Songs guide my life you know? I’ve found they are my key
So what does that say when I have no song to sing?
Have I truly lost myself, or have I just been locked away
But more importantly what will I do without a song for… now.

Yet, you should know I’m happy
Sun shine on a cloudy daaaay
I’m living in a dream
And it couldn’t get any better
<3

But every dream has a catch
So mine is this, the question I pose…
How do I make the others as happy as I am?
How do I make her see?
How do I let them know?
I feel inside, but until I share - I feel like I’m… well…
emotionally constipated (to borrow wisdom from the wise Miss Penelope)
Yes, I like that, Emotionally Constipated it is
*sigh* you know I feel better already

=)

<3