My mind is alive
with refugees,
Swollen and achin',
splittin' at the seams,
Fumblin' over one
and then again,
Battle of attrition,
trampled
and plowed to the side,
Run for your life...
Poor souls strangled, buried
by this unattentive oaf.
If you could just crack
open my skull and wedge,
Spill out, freed onto the pages
of new life, renewed existence
is rare, exquisite...