Twin Bruises

And as he sat there sitting on the steps 

With the sun blazing 

Only a couple seconds till it goes down 

Burning at the center of everything 

Heating the concrete he rests on 

His brain felt the same way 

The same way as the ball of fire at our center 

The same way as if his brain was on fire, the center 

It seems as he can no longer turn it off

Firstly his brain followed, then got closer 

Organ turned human, turned machine 

Controlling and demanding 

None of his thoughts are his 

Along with always being frantic 

Managing one’s mind can be difficult

But it always takes time 

Stand up from the curb 

Brush off your twin bruised knees 

And try again tomorrow