Three Feet Sick
by
Nathanael Smith

Sitting in my little life wandering
Through my many mental hooks and loops
I look, but nothing will inspire me
To find the things that I've misplaced, mistook

I wallow in my misery and dullness
The greyness always glowing through my veins
I swallow all the pain and I confess
That, while I'm not crazy, I may be insane

I stare at the ceiling, the prison
Boring with eyes all my confining walls
Meander down is and what isn't
My face, my deepest very heart palls

Awinging my way to freedom
And swinging my chariot to the sun
I follow the path of the hero
My wax melts, I fail, fall, am stunned

In agony all my soul cries 'help'
The piercingest follies I quickly decline
Within me is none but myself
And nothing that's alien enters my mind

Around me the others are falling
But myself, the wreck, am again quickened
Their minds, their hearts dying
But mine, the pheonix, rises up from the ground