Restless

My mind is restless, and I wonder why my arms weigh a tonI feel impatient mate, let’s go for a runAnd God knows why I feel like tears are running down my faceAs if my soul is trying to break freeTrying to pull out of this mess in haste

I am restless; I have been so for a few daysI’ve also been coughing, trying to turn things straightAnd I’m writing my feelings after a whileTrying, Oh Lord, still trying to answer why

Can I bang my head against the wall?Or how about I start on another showerI’ve been standing under running waterHoping all these germs in my mind just go away

What is a friend? I’ve been wondering about it for a while nowBut all of this, this question, this thought clashes with my booksAnd I can’t help but feel ashamed that I haven’t given my books the chance to seduce meTo create that climax that can put of the burden on my soul

I want to be at ease, but it feels like everything is just mussed upLike water and salt, tastes sour, and what I want is chocolate syrup

What is insanity, what is this love?The folk tales of Laila MajnuSeems to me that love does exist on earthBut this intensity of courage, of fearless loveThis is what makes me restlessI want answers, not that I’m in loveI don’t believe in it

I just wonder how people enjoy when it makes them bleedWhen it over comes all lusts, when it penetrates sleepThat’s you love over there, this is mineYou have your own futureHidden in that precious smile!