Up and over

The fence, I'm down around the bend,
editing and taking control,
It's all over now and i need the sleep, and i don;t see the point, sounds of understanding don't echo Fromm the right direction as i stare at my yellow palms,
and my blue feet.
It's time to check out, but hey, I'd rather stay in the hotel forever. It's not home, and if it isn't home then why not?

How can a touch carry so many different meanings,a dn no matter the amount of words i spew i can't get teh same back.




I'm so confused and ostrisized in this split level non-home.
How come i always get the bad popsicle?