Too busy chasing dreams, and thoughts,
Too busy to look within, and see myself
for what I really am, and are, and will become,
Now look into my eyes, and feel lost,
And lonely, and see only the startled eyes
of a stranger looking back......
I step into the void, like mist before the sun,
and see naught but devastation, and destruction,
The tangled wreckage of my mind.
I see, but find not what I seek,
The pieces, like shards of jagged pasts
no longer seem to fit, or feel as if I belong
to myself anymore.
I float into that welcome dark, and find
That what I knew, and want, and need
Is lost in the vastness of nothing
And in that nowhere, with haunting echoes
Of a past, the last few moments, the now
All blurs into a cataclysm of chaos, and
drowns in the whirlpool of the unknown.
I look into myself, and marvel For looking back, with equal candour anaesthetized, my crazy image smiles,
A poor and droopy clone....
And like the chorus of a million crickets My mind hurls across the void
a silent scream...............
Norm 98.08.26
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