Michelle Dickson Poems
Biglive, Smallsuicide, Biglaugh, Smallsuicide, Bigbiglove
This is what my thoughts are
I do not have a star
To put in all my hopes
To put in all my dreams
Where will I be without my star.
Before you came
These were my thoughts
But now I am lost.
I do not have these thoughts anymore.
That is whats running through my mind.
I must be insane
Running off cocaine.
These thoughts are brought to mind.
It must be ...
What does it mean?
Does it mean that I've been living a dream?
Or does it mean I should be like a stream?
Go with the flow, as they say.
Yet, it does not feel right this way.
What does it mean to change?
Is it to be someone else?