My Days

I wake up, I go to bed
I spend all day outside my head
I stay still, I move around
I spend all day deep underground

I speak up, I close my eyes
I spend all day beneath the sky
I sit here, I look out there
I spend all day why, who, what, where

Sliding sideways
I don’t know where we are
I never know what I’m doing
I wonder who picks who leaves
I want a word with who picks who leaves
If it’s than, then why does it say then?
Is this ever going to happen and when?
I know me pretty well
So I can’t hide

I write words, I throw them out
I spend all day recycling doubt
I like her, I think too much
I spend all day debating such

I laugh hard, I don’t like lies
I spend all day ignoring cries
I do me, I love this tune
I spend all day, I’ll get mine soon