Seasons come and go
Unsusceptible to the passive mind
And time slips away
Like droplets on a waxy leaf
Where will I be?
What will I do?
So many questions
Can they just rid themselves of my conscience
I’m sick of them already.
Outside, I see the veil of night drape over my shoulder
Nothing seems real anymore
Vision obscured, like thoughts.
My spirit wanders hopelessly
Trying to fit in the impenetrable fortress of reality and the world
Blank spaces substituting for lost emotions,
carelessly shoved into the recesses of the mind.
Honks of vehicles reverberating, pounding into my body
Animated conversations permeating around the halls
They mean nothing to a soul
Who is reclusive
Who is staring into the distance
Thinking about the gravity of something that can be so trivial, and yet so encompassing
Of the process that is life.