Darkness floats past open eyes as the wind blows across my brow
All the thoughts in my head seem distant-unreliable even
Deeper and deeper my heart sinks thru sheer exhaustion
Mazes of musings scatter in the wind-unable to be caught.
Looks from passerby’s hint at derision and scorn
What does one do? What does one say?
Anyone who would listen would run away
There exists a wide casm between reality and me
Can’t anyone else see??
There’s a light ahead I’m told
But to get there I must be bold.
All my energy is used just living and hiding
There seems like a huge blank canvas before
Waiting for me to colour my life again
What do I use for paint?