submerge

the day passes by in a blur
as a glut of things
you don't want to think about
float around

and pushed willy nilly
into this ocean you drown
and feel disconnected
from what you really feel
 what you really want to think about
what motivates you, drives you
makes you feel happy and sad

none of it is there
as, like a machine,
one by one you pick up the
plastic bits floating around you
and deal with them,
with the precision of a robot
that you have become

you put away and bury
the urge to reach deep down
into yourself

when all of a sudden
there is a connection
with someone who takes you there
and i reach out

im so done with this fake shit
take me there where you live