The clouds, the sky, the lights, the warm;
It all seems trivial.
Finding different ways, in which,
To fill empty time.
Darkness creeps into my vision,
Blurry.
Nothing, nothing.
Forgetfulness, take me to the house on the seashore
Where no one lives.
Let me bask in sheerness, maybe,
I won’t collapse.
My heart beats steadily, except,
For brisk moments,
Doubt and fear agitate.
Why is it, why is it,
My life seems to be an ever longing pang.
Fruitless thoughts hinder my feet, even with my back against the flippant wind,
Driving onward.
