Mental Masturbation

My own mental masturbation
It keeps me from going insane

Is there anybody out there?
Is what Pink Floyd has asked today

I do feel comfortably numb
Just weeding my garden each day

My dry lips silently moving
Reciting old mistakes I've made

Thinking myself rather twisted
But, in a harmless sort of way

With impatient hunger I crave
As if running for a closing gate

Searching for the true path to take
Over egos with feet in their grave

Pushing my life to its shrinking limit
While remaining here in my place

Older and even more confused
Mental masturbation, is my fate!

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The In the Weird Series