This is simply an explication of the moments that whisk and stir in my soul when things begin to crowd and fog my energy and space, attempting to block my creation and definitive purpose. I know you know what I mean.
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I need a fix
I need a cure for this pain
I ain't talking about no drugs
To shoot up and down my veins

Listen people
And listen well
Most of us are drowning
Drowning in our own hell

I need a fix
I need a cure for this pain
I ain't talking about no drugs
To shoot up and down my veins

I need a fix
Fix my wounded heart
I need a fix
Fix my shattered soul
I need a fix
Fix my broken spirit
I need a fix
Fix all of me
And make me whole
I need a fix
I need a fix
What about you
And you
And you
And you

What is it
What's so wrong
I know we carry heavy burdens
But we don't have to bear them alone

And yet
What is it I so often ask
Exhausted
Confused
Bruised
Beyond repair
Plagues of my mind
No cure in sight
No immanent antidote
Can we fix ourselves
I need a Fix
Do you

____from Songs of a Journey's End: A Poet's Companion to Laying Within the Mark