WAY OF MIND

If sadness is a song

Then I am Japanese

And I sing along karaoke

To every given theme

If sorrow were a movie

I’d have reserved seats

My mood’s a season ticket

And it’s showing on repeat.

Were melancholy a food

I would definitely be obese

I seem to stuff myself with it

I have acquired quite a taste

When heartache becomes the weather

There would be no seasons for me

I would be stuck all year in winter

Staring at snowfall on trees

For restlessness to be a job

I’d already be a slave

Surely signed off my best years

And be stuck working myself away

My spirit is not down

It is the way it has become

Filled with draining emotion

And I’m graduating to numb

It is turning into fine wine

Getting better with age

It will remain a thing of beauty

If it ends before the page.