and with this we search for the fruition of a thought
no less than a submission of a train of thought
as instead I would like to offer the free flow of non-verbal nonsense
How clearly can I see, what do I actually perceive
it's hard to know whats really going on
we look around us and see so many faces
so many minds
....
and this is mine
where does it go
wandering down alleys
more often hidden in the dark
its where I feel right
curled in the fetal position
laying here in wait
but for what
held onto this lingering feeling
something bigger has to happen
some major event
some occurrence that will never occur
I know how to live
made decisions and promises
to others and myself
yet keep only the former
rarely the latter
so often found sitting alone
a mind left to its own devices
so quickly looking to hide in the darkness
no looking at the light
mine is not so far, but just far enough
barely out of reach
together on beds and couches
down rivers and on lakes
and all for what
what is it that we are striving for
always so unsure
but only to myself
cant even picture some of the most basic of things
what it means
line for line
no form, no rhyme
no point
just a vent, blowing stale air
....
a break from reality has left me with less hope than prior to
The great escape
its just a bad day
looking for the way back home
for the great escape
so as a breath falls out
I say
bye bye
