I like being me inside my head
and never want to empty out
leaving my cavern of echoes.
What’s it like inside your head?
I wonder and wander–
can we try to compare?
Show me yours I’ll show mine.
Hear me think–no not that
I don’t smoke, snort, sniff or shoot
I’d choose psychotic
over robotic
any day or night.
Please! I don’t want to be a robot
instead of being me–not that
being me’s so hot but inside I can see
Pictures dancing in my head–
Metaphors chasing similes.
Feeling nothing’s what I dread.
I want me inside, not that.
Me and my shadows feel less lonely
than nothing and nothing.
Nan, about 2018
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