all the days are a foggy haze that go on and on
til they meld together into one big
mess
that messes with the mind’s motion
and the pre-conceived notion that everything should make
perfect
sense.
one slip of the tongue could start the wheel spinning
out of control and off a cliff
into the a ditch next to nothing
but empty space.
and no matter what is said whether right or wrong
a person cannot change another person
or make them understand
what their heart has been screaming for so long.
of course there are other paths if you are willing to take them
and risk that sometimes
the grass isn’t greener
and risk the realization
that it was never green in the first place
and that people just drift through time
and space
with little purpose behind them.
but there is this pull in your gut
and this ache in your chest
that keeps you searching
and keeps you returning
to the never-ending quest for self assurance
through the validation of
others.
yet
there is a small comfort in this confusion
and that is knowing for certain
that you most certainly know
nothing.