My mind is where I’m at my best.
I can come up with what I want.
Zero stress on my chest.
Absolutely nothing to worry about.
I’m relaxing in my very own park.
Coming up with infinite realities from
One enormous spark.
Everything has gone dark.
Too much is going on at once.
Free me from this real world
For it is too much for me to handle.
Five missing assignments and
Six more need to be done in just
Seven days and I just
Ate up my time watching the same
Nine videos and listening to the same song
Ten times over and over again.
But those songs,
They give me the spark,
So now I can freely move along.
Going back down to nothing
Apart from that spark
I used to create something.
But there is one thing.
Maybe two or more things.
Three sparks can’t keep me from reality
Before I lose my mind
To the thriving voice
That says to me:
Seven years from now you’ll be
Hating yourself and accomplishing nothing
You’re a cat with nine lives
With one last that you wasted away to zero.
I’m in the dark with no spark.
No,
I still have ten sparks of hope
I still have nine sparks of truth
I still have eight sparks of growth
I still have seven sparks of youth
Even with six sparks of stress
Or five sparks of pain
I’ll have four more sparks of my best
And three more sparks to gain.
All that, times two, is a spark of creation
With one extra spark too.
I will never have zero sparks of imagination.
I used them to make the poem I’m sharing with you.