Compassion decomposing,
As if we were all just posing.
Losing.
What was. What’s there but lost.
Clouded lenses looking through blinded loss.
I must connect mind over matter.
Or is mind just consistent of matter?
Reasoning lost.
On my death bed is when I’ll feel the cost.
I’m lost,
Lost,
Lost.
Please dear moon, give me meaning for my dreaming no longer has meaning.
I’m seething, it’s nothing but deceiving.
Oh moon, I’m singing, please give me meaning on this oh so cold night so I can feel as if I have some sense of being.