Writing is Therapeutic
Writing is therapeutic, there’s no doubt
Not that my thoughts are organized here, or easier for others to understand
The thing is, it’s about this trip, tripping from these fingertips here and now
I’ll probably read this some day, one day, when I happen upon this, or when I care to look
I’m in a lot of pain, you see
And it’s not the kind of pain you can see, you see?
It’s physical, sure, and mental too, and throw in emotional as well
There’s a lot, which is nothing more than the book of life itself
I breathe and it’s somewhat groovy - I can dig it and dig into it
But but but but but
The pain begs some kind of sway
I been putting off the kids - I know it, and I can’t say whether or not it’ll get better
I can talk with them and I do, but it’s like I’m hiding most of the time
I’m hiding and I’m hiding things from them - they deserve more and they’ll get it, yup!
The legs are crazy - I wish I was faking - I wish I was kidding - I wish I was just in need of attention
-Champa Chöga
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