I wrestle with content I lay with uneasiness Where to find the truth Is questionable at best
Is it in the shadows I see out of the corner of my eye? Teasing me, meandering between their realm and mine Telling me nothing but so much more Dark, but purposeful and reaching
Or is it in the thoughts that run marathons through my mind? No particular subject or theme Yet scattered with meanings Hinting to be stitched together
Or is it in the curve of a chest? (that makes me so digress…) Soft and strong with sunlight inching in I’m sinking… drifting… charging Bone structures say so much
Hovering with no purpose…freedom Yet craving to be tethered To be dutiful or uninhibited? For now I flirt with restlessness