unDeep

Why does everything have to be so deep...

lets be shallow,

keep it surface level,

lets not bury secret treasures,

or the treasure of a secret;

all burial does is cause me more work.

Now I gotta get a shovel,

break a sweat, and I know its not

worth it when all you had to do was keep it

level.

Eye to eye,

that's how we saw,

now seeing is about

as hard as an elephant seeing an ant

on a see-saw, its heavy,

when it should a breeze, easy

like saying

Hello my name is Lindsay

not hard at all because its true, see

all lies do is make you have to work harder

to, one, keep me happy

and, two, remember what it was that

you told me yesterday, and in that

way, I hope you have hell,

I hope you get tired,

and I hope it wracks your brain with worry,

like what I feel when I

feel like you are wracking my hope,

tired of getting hopeless

hell you have given.

Rewind that back

and it still goes forward,

or maybe around, cus I'm spinning,

getting more wrapped in this web you are weaving,

if it gets too deep, guess I'm dead, huh?

.

?

What is there to say or be said

when silence is the subject,

mental methods for the matriculation

of words to tongue,

tongue to chord, chord

to air, degrees fail me

when thoughts spring

forth before a thought

can be caught to format syntax?

Palate that,

when my mind is the

doormat to the dumbfounded,

cant think an original thought

because I'm being coursed

by someone else's idea of truth, which

rang before as the bell of deception.

My perception is now

guessing because

emotions mixed with

the mind equals

madness over matter

but matters of the heart matter more

than the use of logic as it was before

this.