when I walk alone

today,
I'll allow the decadence
of sadness and introspection;
after all, most days
I'm so fucking cheerful.

days like today,
I equate
my need to relate
with the need to spread
myself thin enough
to avoid getting heavy.

today I'm heavy.
I'm Freud's bastard child
trying to figure out
who's my Daddy,
so I can raise him
all over again.

I need some space,
some drum 'n bass,
I need someone to need me.

no.

I need to save-face the reality
that I should provide
my own rhythm section.

when I walk alone,
I like the beat.
when I walk alone,
I like the beat.
I like the rhythm
of my own two feet;
when I walk alone,
I like the beat.