Basket Cases
by Joules Z.
2007

I can't keep all my eggs in one basket,
but I end up with mostly basket cases.
Is this leading me to a premature casket?
The immature have me pinned down and tied up with braces.

Should I show it and reveal it or just mask it?
If I uncover, there they then lie, the true facts on their faces.
What's the right question to the answer, so I can ask it?
Then, what's the great answer to take steps toward instead of paces?

Is this a stairway to heaven or a bottomless pit?
Which puzzle piece am I and where do I fit?
As I determine what role and where my place is,
am I stale or flat or bubbly with fizz?

Am I anywhere close or how far could I get?
How do I keep my fire in full blazing steam to stay lit?
As I run toward to get away from these chases,
and enhance my choices to gain some more chances.

Please don't be a basket case
Just look straight at my face.
I want to make that call
That number I just can't erase.

Why don't you re-call me?
I don't mean take me off the shelf.
I mean call me again
and let me just be myself.

I might be damaged goods,
but don't send me back to the sender.
At least I'm not spoiled
and I'll make sure you remember.