The State of Mine

I find myself lost in thoughts

one foot in my box

the other cautiously steps out

eyes focused on the clocks

the mental ones, that never stop

this American concept of time

we move forward, so hopelessly blind

so, the things we find

are not what we ought

I want to leave this way of life behind.

but its so gripping

in the physical state of mind

the state of “mine”

is ingrained, all I’ve been taught

it makes me feel success is measured

in the things I’ve bought