Drifting across the impersonal horizon of my life
Is my mind, body, disconnected from all.
Multitudes surround me, heightening my isolation and
The coldness that enshrouds me is too much, too much.
So how about you and I walk away, have a chat perhaps?
Ah well that’s okay, I’ll hurt on my own, and
Perhaps until someone else comes along, or perhaps…
When will I grow tired of waiting? Am I a glutton?
I indulge in punishing myself over empty bonds,
Artificially crafted in this head that controls my body.
Yet this same head blurs the lines between them and me.
I pray that I wake up from this conscious coma and
Learn to appreciate those who kindly surround me.