Mother

Most days are easy
I'm hiding under
The spells of
Lights, the lights, the lights
In stereo

But some days
My thoughts get busy
They hit like thunder
A thunder
My skull can barely hold

No matter where I look
No matter how I move
The perspective never shifts, I'm in 2D

I am
Hiding under
The spells of lights in stereo

Keep me
From the thunder
A storm my heart can barely hold

If I could learn
To get ahead
To be the driver
Of my own head
My body does
What my body do
It knows what it knows
But oh, no, no
None of it is true

Oh mother
Oh mother
How much of me is you?

Oh mother
Oh mother
How much of me is you?

Now
Most days are easy
I'm falling under
The spells of
Work, the work, the work
The work that goes on

How to
Keep up with living
When all my senses
Conspire
To twist what's right or wrong?