The Move To Nowhere Is Short

Standing alone in a crowd,
feeling but numb,
seeing but not noticing,
speaking without a sound,

The world is my oyster
but the ocean is dry,
Sitting in a field of flowers
with no rain,

Emptiness is full
shallow is deep,
The salt of life is bitter
sugar burns my tongue,

Tears have dried on my cheeks
my face is sore,
The only voice I hear
is saying move to nowhere

I AM ALREADY THERE.....