Moonshine on me

Moonshine on me

Moonshine upon me
Bring back the senses
Night might
Take from one in the night!


Let my emotional state                                                               Be one for me to control and/or initiate!                             Remote and cold you make think,                                            A robot to be with no feelings.

Instead this paradigm,                                                             Offers safety in sameness!                                                         You may call it control.                                                         Better than to blow.

Oh, how I wish androids,                                                       Really existed!                                                                   Meaning more than the phones.                                               I can no longer deal with but monotones

You want me to feel.                                                                   How do you like rejection?                                                         Isn’t cool.                                                                                     We really have no tools at deal with  it.

Why is my way wrong?                                                               Do you really know it all?                                                           I think my therapy is or should come to a close.                       If told to swim or drown, Success will come one way or other.

Why continue to learn to feel?                                                 What is the big deal?                                                                   It can only be better or worse.                                         Continue if you can make it better.

Why would any stay if the case is worse?                                   Tired of horrible.                                                                         Tired of rejection.                                                               Feeling this is like a being a horses’ you know what.

I see nothing,                                                                           On this learning curve,                                                             That doesn’t disturb!                                                               Bring me back from yesteryear.

Forget telling me to stay out of my future forever.           Dreams are the things that keep us going.                               If it isn’t your living,                                                               What makes you think I care?

One problem I have!                                                                   Is letting too many others tell me how to live.                       How is therapy different?                                                           I dare you to describe a transition from therapy that isn’t

A vacation,                                                                                   With no medication,                                                                   By myself;                                                                                   Shall be a thought less repelling to me


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