Gossamer ghosts Of what is longed for In the soul An ideal tried To be forgotten With the aid of poison And the thump of a beat Woken by The thump of a book Slamming the desk Bringing me back to Heavy boots A heavier heart The long for a fresh start And still no resolve No solution or direction My loneliness spreading like a Contagious infection Except it goes Past the clock Over the line And it Cuts So deep But Iβm too numb to notice Like Novocain Piercing my brain While my eyes Ice over And my feet shuffle To the beat Of silence I float for hours A balloon unattached But no holiday here Trying to feel concrete in where I stand And though my boots are heavy They donβt stick