Silky smooth syllables
Sliding away into silent passages of nothingness
Never dreamt of
Never to be summoned by the crevices in one’s own soul

Romantics and dreamers would sigh in sweet, melancholy sorrows
Craving gratifying sugar coated contemplations
I carry the solemn news
Sorrow fogging over their eyes

My soul cries out to them
“Don’t you understand?”
“It means nothing”

My heart hears me whisper
I mean nothing
I am nothing

No one is listening to my silent sing-song words.

There is a moment
Right before my eyes droop shut
Everything is clear

some days i don't even recognize me

that's when i feel the danger.

i've known myself my whole life

and still my reflection's a stranger



how can i expect you to understand when i don't?

how can i divulge my essence, not knowing how it would

look, or feel, or taste, or act -

not even knowing how it should?

when you're alone, you don't have to defend your motives
when you're alone, you don't have to have five good reasons
or three
or even one

every action has a consequence
maybe every action has an antecedent
sometimes i just don't want to investigate.

it's as if
everyone else lives to.

sometimes
i'm just difficult.
i'm just emotional, i'm just irrational, i'm just impulsive.

but if i was predictable, who would bother predicting?

it's embarrassingly easy to confuse people.

My mind wandering leads me here,
Enthralled I often sit in moments of fear,
The World we know is failing fast, failing to last,
The end is near laments the preacher, THE END IS NEAR!

O' why must we care for things we cannot govern,
Governments and politics, war, pain and sorrow,
Ailments of the human heart, the ways of man are like a shadow,
Earthquakes, tsunamis, drought, the sorrows of man; the imperfect fallout,

My mind does often wonder, why must we be so somber?
The end will come when the end will want it,
There is no day, but the day in which we live,
The ways of weary men are laced with their trepidation,

We mustn't worry says the man in doubt,
We mustn't sin says the meek, says the Christian,
We must be true to self, true to our ways says the World,
We must be lively, and filled with laughter says the Drunkard,

The days they come and pass,
Mere drops we are of ocean waters,
Yet, the Spirit inside, springs hope eternal, eternal hopes of Life!
Why? why? why?