Everything Is Destroyed So It Can Be Rebuilt

Today I forgot know who I am.

Am I peanut butter and jam?

Am I green eggs and ham?

It seems I get a lot of spam.

What does that say about me?

My leisure, my activity.

I am me

you are you

does that make us we?

Then, whatever will we do?

I think I should take a  nap.

I feel like I might have a heart attack.

Attack of the killer bees?

Attack of the heeby-geez?

Attack of the caring and the kindness.

Me and being mindless.

I think I meant to say loving kindness,

but what I feel is a stress

that makes me wonder who I am,

why do I still feel that I don’t fit in.

Anxious if I stay

anxious if I go away.

Neither here nor there is not a good place to stay.

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