I'm Fine Poem by Drich The Poet

Don't get me wrong
The sound from of the gong
Makes me locomote
It's magical. Take note

Do I look sad?
I'm happy can't you see?
I guess a little isn't bad.
I'm on a happy spree! !
Woohoo!

I'm fine, don't worry about me
I might look like I'm creep'n
I don't want to be attached with Kraepelin
My fathers before me
Couldn't have any sentiments.
Do they? Such predicament.

Maybe if I was born in ancient Rome.
Where I would have to fight and give birth and marry and have grandchildren and die a noble death.
All these without feelings.

Do you check on me?
Last I recalled you're always hesitant
To say goodnight
I guess your sleep is above recommendation.
Get well soon ok. It's me
We still have some aspiration.

I'm talking vulgar
Not the regular vulgar
Alcohol tipped me off
That was a drop-off

I complained to it
And it laughed it buts out.
Don't blame me for it
I tried to talk to you. But
your schedule won't allow.

Me? I'm doing good.
Don't worry I'm good.

And it said, you are too weak
Sip me and become virile.
I kept up to the streak
And started to loose myself a little.
Strong? I guess it was for diversion.
After days of submersion
The cumulus cloud cried with me.

In rivers of my own tears tub
I swim and drown and there
I saw us. Yes both us
On a moment of happy times
For a while it seems steady
Then after a while it began to fade away
I went after it. I sprung like lava
But I couldn't reach it
I couldn't get it back
I lost it. I tried again
But I was drowning in the bath tub.
I was still going for it
Whilst fighting my way out.
Woke up in hospital
Only to realize I was chasing memories.

Did you travel? You did right?
In times of doleful nights
I scooped the land spic-and-span
Casualties caught in time
Escaped exile and soar up to depression
With the lonely nights
Playing watch guards
And tides performing orchestra

Feeling begin to wrap up and burn
Most nights are lonely
And you don't even notice
Such flames consumes me and
Wrath in pilled up in my core
Living in a desperate prison and wanting
Not freedom but a change of occurance
Illusion distracted me
From blunt truth.
And now I'm a serving museum of mockery and and a platue of laughter.
Where have you been?
You don't even notice
The feint sight of depression.
I guess such good tales of friendship
Only happens on TV.

In all conditions and situations
I'm still fine and okay
I still have my head right?
Nearly lost that one.
But I'm still here if you want
Someone to talk to
I'm still here. Same place
Same spot.