at some point

my friend Esteban Aguila and i exchanged some thoughts on mental illness and existential ways of thinking--biological/psychological factors of depression, the plight of our brains, that kind of weirdness--after which he asked if i could add some lyrics to a song he was working on, the theme of which was related to our conversation. i'd written this piece the day prior and with only minor alterations, pieces of the poem became part of the lyrics to, "Unsure, I Think," one of the tracks on the album Steb is working on. i was flattered and, no diggety-doubt, graciously accepted the opportunity to collaborate with one of my favorite musicians. 

i think the poem has something to do with this undeniable urge i have to move somewhere new and far away from where i am now; but i'm not completely sure about that. 

though i can be pretty confident in my tendencies being strong enough to keep me a slave to habit.

my goodness...this gets more pointless every time. 

at some point

i know only

  that i am unsure

that i just feel and try 

 my best to make sense of what's not

but it's all strange to me

  and most folks don't like strange-

sometimes i do

 sometimes i don't

sometimes i'm here

         and

sometimes i'm gone