The wind is blowing
And breaking my thrust
It should push me further
But rather this wind,
Is holding me back.I'm loosing the little sanity, that used to be in indwelling
The sky
The floor
I don't seem to remember
The sun
The door
Just a vague memory
My thoughts shattered all over
Not one coherent notion is visible
Here I go.
There I go.
Where do I go?
An illogical disarray of a process, this has become
I write the words I meant to say,
then cross them out
think the thoughts I wanted to think
then phase them away
refute the words that come out of my mouth
veil the meaningful actions, that I take
Just a preconceived thought, that
This is what we need...
Is this what we need?
Or is it just want we want?
The barrage of need and want...
When will it stop?
Like an echo,
This world has become...
Doesn't know when to stop
Doesn't know when to go...
Perhaps my rationality is just a scapegoat,
A scapegoat to avoid aversion,
To the unknown