Sick Sense

Sick Sense

by: Tyler Ross

I used to overthink,

now I don’t even blink

or flinch,

really, when lessons learned 

come quick

and seem silly,

being tangled

in webs that don’t want you

to stick around.

So that head 

up in the clouds

is descending safely 

back to facing the ground.

Strugglingly discombobulated

by the perpetual sound

of people 

building you up

then letting you down.

Still longing to be 

first picked 

in a lovely, yet misleading town.