Trigger. Poem by Dislocated Heart

the mind is my trigger, it pulls everything together,
the pen does my writing, as I forget bout the past into the future.
the heart is pumping, for the necessary needs of oxygen for my body,
my lips, does all my talking, as my mind pulls the trigger for this all to be together.

I wonder, what triggered me to think of you...
Dreams of sunny sky, breaking away.
Walks by the beach.
& thinkin of you..

The bullet to my chest, will stop all this non-sense.
this thinking of what I should do.
What I should say, but nevermind.. its too late.

I'll walk along the beach, sailing away..
with past left behind..