blah, take two

when the shit all starts
to sound the same
and the lines blur together
until you cannot tell one
from the other
that is where you'll find me
universally versing
reorganizing the groupings
of exhausted thoughts
and my revised carbon copy
of the same emotions
that encase
the human experience

until the sight
of my own dribble
makes me sick inside
and I give in
to the desire
to stand up my date;
evade my commitment
to the pencil or pen
or keyboard or brain
that I vowed to leverage
to express myself
I can run far and fast
but sadly, I cannot escape
the mind cage