What would we do if we could choose our feelings? What sort of emotions would we choose to feel? Contentment? Relaxation? Satisfaction? Without context could they be real?
Maybe we can control our emotions.
It might be like making your own luck.
Yet even smooth jazz in sunshine
can’t get me out of my head in this coffee shop.
Jingles of change infect my ears
My foot is crossed and falling asleep…
And now hip hop is blasting.
Shallow hallowed what once was deep.
What am I even saying at this point?
How much relief will I receive from rhymes?
My world is literally shaking.
I can’t make sense. I’m lost in time.