Confusing messages sent to everybody,
And now no one knows what to think.
Disregard an answer just becuase it feels incomplete.
Fill in the spaces,
Fill in the blanks,
Fill in the disturbed.
The arraticness of some thoughts,
And we just push them aside.
They don't mean anything,
Just leave them behind.
We waste some time thinking,
About what is not true.
We focus on ourselves,
Instead of thinking of you.
A small thought that seems unachieved,
We stomp on it and watch it as it deceases.
Only then do we wonder,
"What is it I have done?"
We provide worthless laments,
And let them swallow us in.
We reassure ourselves that it was not us,
But maybe them.
Our mind permits tasteful lies,
We eat them up like sea gulls,
Though no one can hear our guilty cries.
