Looking up With a heavy head Thoughts wandering Nowhere to settle. The sun sets TheΒ Β crowded beaches The snow covered mountains Everything inspirational Yet nothing to inspire.
The exhaustion The frustration Has dimmed the lights. The eye seeks darkness Even in the brightest of nights.
The dry eyes The fake smiles The wandering heads Are yet to find themselves In the lost crowd. The rollercoaster Inside the heart Is yet to feel All the emotions.
The heavy head The wandering thoughts The inspiration The lights and the darkness All's out there yet Nowhere to go Nowhere to be found.
I wrote this poem when I was overthinking and realised how everything is just out there but still nothing is in control.