deer

i am a deer in headlights
when i talk to people
face to face
i forget to say
what i wanna say
forget to ask
what i wanna ask
because i am not used to
living this way
most of the days
i spend alone
in the garden
birds singing
winds blowing
high and dry
in the mind sky
sun shining
in the mind eye
dirt from a dark world
growing in the shadows
delusions in the devils spells
maybe we are aliens
who knows