And yet forcing myself to think hard
How I could separate from isolation
Because I have used all the cards
In all the turns and rotations

I begin with death, no broken hearts or maybe the good moments
It goes on without any concentration
Maybe a task would come up,
Maybe hours of sorrow
something will just add up
The spaces of hollow

But it doesn't? Why is it all blank?
Why is the stare at nothing?
A thought of nothing should bother at all
But it still is...
It still creates a path to dream within a dream within a dream
And this continues to fall
I'd like to walk back to time when there is a door named recall
But there isn't

What if I am notified that I've got a mail waiting to be opened

What if I am told that my favourite show is waiting to be watched
Well, I mean If I am expected to mark a list to do that I could do right now
I would definitely find an excuse somehow
Just to ignore them and one by one I would have more excuses to create
More places to locate
More time to waste

Only then would I get past this awful taste
Taste of nothing and running, wrecking anything available to think