Dennis Caleb Mccoy

There's nothing to report this time

Besides maybe that I'm tired

And it sometimes feels like I'm living underground

Cut off from what's going on

But that's a lie and I know it

I've got a life and I'll show it

There's something in me waiting to shine

I'm more than just my old habits

I'm learning how to keep balanced

And to look straight ahead this time

I'm waiting patiently for signs

Sorting all my thoughts like lines

In a corny love song I wish that I could write

Cut off from my outer shell

I'm forging my own signature

Becoming a clone of myself

I'm still not sure if I can say I know myself

When all I do is change

How long will I be straying

From any sense of self?

I don't think I have anywhere to go

From here

How much is too much thinking?

How can I just relax?

I don't want to have a destination

In mind