Laura Marcoux

It's just that I don't live there anymore
Where advertisements and political mail are left at the front door
You can find me on the slight breeze
Not the steady one.

I've walked out on every therapist I've ever had and
I'm not saying therapy is bad but
There must be more than just the get-through
I've been giving this life my all but I'm dying to give it my nothing too.

I've been living too far away from you. 
Now, I keep my inner child on speed dial 
And she says, "Baby, remember 
We wanted to be an astronaut, only more grounded. 
Remember, we used to gather
Glimmering sequins of plastic and call them
Treasure.”  
This is where I live now.
I am a cosmic trash collector,
Turning pain into pleasure. 

She says, "Baby, we were never meant to get it right.
Tell me again how you got it all wrong,
Your madness is a holy song 
          a broken record  
                   not a steady one."