Help! . . . . I seem to be trapped

Inside this body . . .
This two?legged, animal with muscles mad for movement
Bold bones brandishing burdensome, ballast
Eyes that lust for a multitude of beauty / Taste buds grabbing for yet another flavor
Feet focused on fleeing unescapable enemies
Skin, sensitive and sensual, screaming for snuggles
Hands clamoring to create.
What false promises lead me to hoard ? What am I moving toward ?

Help! . . . . I seem to be trapped
Inside this mind
A highly competent manufacturer of illusions
A caterer of queer ideas
This biocomputer, ghastly prone to significant malfunctioning
A purveyor of distorted perceptions / Navigating with mangled maps and
A sincere longing to make sense of reality
I keep hitting the snooze alarm . . .no, not yet . . . five more minutes
What do I not want to see ? . . . What am I trying to flee ?

Don't lick that stamp . . . I'm tearing my way out of the envelope
I've knocked over the mailbox , I'm biting the postal carrier
I don't want to go yet, I don't want to stay
I don't want to work, I just yearn to play
And love, though I am clueless, how to do this

"Help !" . . . . My Spirit cries
Caught in the competing demands, cross?fire
Of craving body and cramped cranial closet
Go there, don't dare, change gear, bring here,
Avoid this, capture bliss, aim fast, don't miss
Someone please interrupt this madness
Can I get it together or let it all go, make big changes or surrender & flow
What stops me from translating
What I know .... into what I do ?
Hand me some solvent. No, glue !

There's a creature living deep in my Soul
That still has got a purpose to serve
Feed it or starve it Which takes more nerve ?
What does it hunt when it's hungry ?
What does it dream when it sleeps ?
What's under the pillow in the box it keeps ?

SteveIam 5/30/00 backin.the.cit.y