Melancholy

By Mac Guerreiro

A million trains that never stop running,

Barely colliding,

They rush by before eye can even look their way,

That’s what my mind feels like nearly day to day,

Yet sometimes,

The rushing by happens faster than eye can take,

And staying in bed sounds as good as eating guilt-free cake,

Eye snooze away,

And pretend eye don’t judge myself for sleeping in so late,

A lego house in vision,

Just pieces in front of my face,

And what feels like no energy to seize this day.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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