I am regurgitated knowledge and memories, stuffed in a bottle.
Whaling about with all of the other pieces of garbage.

The plastic, the plastic, beads and unrecyclable matter.

Flittering, Fluttering, No sense or pattern.

Whats left or Right. Could it ever Shatter.

You Come to. You go. No one knows.

All we have is this moment. But Past Sinks in.

Fear Floods Future. The unknown, unknowing,

Passions set free? Dreams set to Death. What Will it Be?