It Was Coming

I say I don't
But really I do

I say let's play
But really the game
means so much more
or so much less
than fun

And I pretend it's not
what you pretend it to be
I pretend it's no more
no hope that
we will see

And I lie to myself
then I cry myself to sleep
then 2AM it comes
and another appears
up ahead
and I know
because I don't
want
need
feel

That this must have been real

I wish it meant less
or more to you than me
I wish the shoe fit just like a glove
or a feeling like a bird sits in a tree
I wish I wouldn't fall to flights of fancy or freedom
But I know it's not random or nothing
I know it meant something

To me I know
It was coming.

You Must Go

with a pinata and a pedal with a little bit-a poetry,
a smile was returned to it's usual place
like a bat out of hell.

it takes years and years
it takes guts and tears
it takes a strong pull

It will only go as fast as it will go
but you must go
every day
you must go
for this to grow.

What happened to Psychology

Is it lost in a social marketing media world of life coaches and love coaches and dating coaches
Is it lost in gimmicks and self help dribble?

And what of private practice? Have I strayed too far from the local scene to try and reach an non reachable international market? A market that takes freely. And gives in only to the fame game.

And my party friends of yesterday what do we have in common anymore?
but the party
my day-to-day seems miles apart and miles away
we do different things by day
I realize I no longer need you to stay

What happened to psychology
is it a numbers game
how many subscribers you have
how many followers you have 
how many likes you have

what happened to good ole psychology
investing in your unconscious
following in the footsteps of Freud and Yalom
following the emotional holocaust
the 5 day analysis

Media killed Psychology
the death kiss of it's day
Media took away all the insight
and left us with all it's pain