The promise
Of one original thought
Beckons me
On this most mysterious day

This day
When nothing seems to fit
And I seem to misfit
The machinery of society

Have I entered
A world of ghosts?
Am I surrounded by
The damp and clinging mists of time?

Or do I find myself
Lost in the mists
Of my own mind?

I search
For one original thought
On this most mysterious day

And I find myself
In a lost place

Only sleep stands sentinel
By my side
Waiting
To possess me
Completely

A funeral procession
Of wasted dreams
Passes through my cortex

Somewhere in the world
Ships are sinking

Dark oblivion
Creeps forward
To take me away

Until
I
Once again
May return
To light