Knotjoe cheese

Mike doesn't listen to music when he plays basketball
the courts supply his beats
the hearty thump of each dribble
the pit pit squittle of the sneakers
   wanting nothing more than to stick to the floor
but the truth is, Mike wanted to eat this week
so those headphones, they got left on the shelf
"just gonna have to listen to myself"
the truth is
Mike only smiles at you when you pass by to reduce the friction
he only laughs at your jokes
so that you won't start questioning him
"why don't you fit in? Didn't you pay attention to your folks?"
see, Mike only knows fiction, this real shit is just another perspective
more misinterpreted directions
Mike is lost, and he knows it
but he never shows it
not even to those that think they are closest
still miles away from seein his walk in freezer where his heart stays frozen
this is not the path Mike had chosen
but all we can do is predict the rain
we can't stop the hurricanes
we can only alleviate the pain
we can't take it away

Mike has stuffed enough numb down his throat
that it stuck
now his tongue is tied to this anchor
that keeps him from finding his sandy shore
a lost buoy drifting through the blues
a lost boy barely lifting up his shoes
he drags his feet, for they are heavy
he barely breaths, but at least its steady
so when you see Mike looking empty
just nod your head and keep walking
cuz none of this will get fixed with your talking