Saturday - Healthy

With the sounds of crying from the other room

I gaze in wonder at the city lights 

At what does Orion point his deadly bow

Casting my imagination in any other direction

Than admit my unhealthy obsession

I dream of you in spare moments

Wondering who occupies your brain space

And with slight awkward feeling wonder

In whose brain my life is fictionalized

Considering the psychology of circles and triangles

You aren't the only one trying to be healthy

Trying not to be afraid of love

It's a human condition: messiness

Riding tandem with doubt and loneliness

But we are born intrepid, we carry on