My hair looks so very disheveled.. Every piece would be out of place, were it not bundled together into a Semi-Demented Hair Tie. My eyes are being gorged so rampantly, by my wild - out of control - Unmanaged Fringe. It hurts to part my Lids, knowing i will be closing them again soon..... I don't want to make the effort... To raise my Shallow Standards of what Society finds -Acceptable- Almost Placid to look at. Lube it good, take it in hand, and screw it so very well... Between two very firm Eardrums, Once there give it a good -Wash down- And accept what you have coming. I don't want to Perform for you anymore, i don't want to have to be your Circus Monkey, to tantalize and tickle your Fancy. My decisions will now be my own... I won't work for bananas to be jabbed at me, for me to accept graciously. Take your Banana, and point it at something Worth While. This Show Monkey has done her Dance. She's passed her Willingness to perform for your eyes away now.... I would rather lie in a bed of Grass, watch the Fluffy, Bouncy, Playful Clouds.. Sing their song for me. To feel the smooth, Cool blue Sky reflect off my Rosy Cheeks.... As i smile... My Dimples crease now, with folds of joyous observation. Calmness... The Calming Melody takes me in it's arms... And we Set Sail for far Distant Lands of Dreams.. Wishes, and Candy... Almost like a Wonderland like place, Where the air on your face feels like Silk, Where your mind frees itself finally, and you see no Boundaries. A place where Nothing matters anymore, but the fact of mattering. In the Happiest way possible, you could reside so Quietly and so Peacefully.. The Soul it Whispers, the Mouth it yells !! Somewhere i could speak with - No Voice... Somewhere i won't have to Dance in Tune with the Music, and follow the Chain set from Above... To Sail Far Away... And never have to Remember, Feel... Or look back again........