By Roman Guadarrama

Can you see

The imperfection that is me

Ghost smashing in my mind

Can you see the ill-timed

Resigned heart

Dead inside from the heart to the head

Filled with dread

Miss the signs misread

Can you see the warning

Drowning the accounting of life

The knife cuts away the strife

Can you see the laughter?

Long forgotten hereafter

The doddering old man squeaks

I have long forgotten

The joy of simple times

Before inflicted mindcrime

I can see a future

Uncertain and dark

Put the jerk back to work

Slap slap, mind tap

Explode!

Take you all with me

Can you see what’s on the inside?