Point Me In The Right Direction

I am my own worst enemy.

Thank God there are not ten of me.

While breathing Helium this ain't no joke.

When all the Oxygen's gone up in smoke.

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I feel as if I'm stuck in place.

But dream of being out in space.

I'd gladly trade this broken heart,

For the finer looking - working parts.

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On the edge of breaking through.

But stuck here peeking at that view.

So POINT ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

Where printed word needs no election.

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No sounds will let you hear the words

That corner cattle into herds

Of animals with frightened stares

Where Helium brings on nightmares.

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Some may want their ten of self.

I've not the mind to share my wealth.

So POINT ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

To fight this broken heart infection.