days press against my pulsating temple
and the clock of sanity strikes none

my mental counter's counteractin'
counting counterclockwise and
the sum of my confusion
leaves me negative

stress squared
divided by time
multiplies anguish,
subtracting hope and
adding tears
to the equation I was
never good at

No wonder my stress-management is
doin acrobatics and I am
actin' erratic,
givin' off static, manic

depression got me stressin'
more than before, cuz I
ain't got the time to define my
state of mind

bill collectors callin'
grades fallin'
my girls talkin'
and I'm ballin', stallin'
writing a poem about the time
I never had

02/17/2002

Posted on 02/17/2002
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