burnout hour 1

i've become some simple stir, the lost recluse in the small house to the right of the middle school. 

i bury myself in the backyard/only to have my dog sniff me out.

well, this weekend i am screaming nothing

and i want to burn my hands into the dollars that fall from the pockets

of a man I will never known in Los Angeles,

of a woman I will never greet in Japan. 

I want to make music, bad. 

I want to stay on top of things.

I want to stop stressing out about others. 

Those who don't even stress out about themselves. 

And all of this makes me sound so unhappy.

But I've been smiling all week. 

i just want to feel like I am progressing. 

It's a very simple thing.