Chaos flows
weaving logical assumptions
calculating moments
lost in the questionable silence.
The eye sees what the heart does not know
emotionless rapture of the mind.
This deteriorating vessel
carries a lifeless soul
dragging my emotions
while wasting recyclable thoughts.
I drift alone in a land of confusion
searching for answers
yet there are no conclusions
in my world of seclusion.
The clock ticks by,
where is the time?
As I sit and wonder
Who
What
When
Where
Why and how it is
I let thirty years pass me by.
©elektric_timewarp
KLS
Kelly Loraine Stearns
