Perpetual movement through life

Perpetual silence,
and insecure scribbles,
make my world,
controlling my soul,
and making me,
who you see.

like a twig,
snapping underfoot,
a leaf,
blowing in the wind,
no end,
and nowhere to begin.

dreams come,
and pass you by,
little tears filling your eyes,
care a little,
not feeling allot,
living in this world,

ill give it a shot.