The Feelings

the feelings:
hide them away.
sweep them under the carpet.
anything but deal with
the implications
might be too heavy.
sunlight might degrade them;
better keep them in the dark.

a sentence
said many times before
somehow seems to mean more
unexpectedly,
but was i tripping?
did i imagine the telepathy?
in that suspended second
we’re strangers to ourselves.

for a minute i’m sure
i know the score
but the mind is a black box
so i guess i’ll never understand.
wish i could ask the algorithm
what i’m feeling,
put a shovel in the soil
and unearth the meaning.

it’s the end of the song
and it’s perfect,
hits different
when you’re alone.
i’m on another planet,
mind on another plateau.
goosebumps:
he gets it.