Confusion emits laughter.
I laugh it off and move on.

I'm driven to discover
new tools that amuse
my brain to function,
to thrive,
to move.

Daydreams are abused.
Stabbing thoughts shift my mood.

Fresh dew departs grey eyes.
Countless thoughts
prove sterile.

Confused.
Time continues. Nothing moves.

I'm driven to discover
new tools to amuse.

Looking for answers.
Eyes comb through
pages of news,
info and clues.

Time drives and flies by.
It is lost in my mind.