Its kinda hard to write
When your mind is in jumbles
Doing back flips in and out of sanity
Numb to the world of consequence
Deaf to the voice of reason
And mute to the call of desire
Not wanting to move from your boat
In this ocean of incertainty
Not before long, your alone
Standing on the sandy shores as you collect pieces of wood which once made your vessile
Lost on this exotic island
It could have been a paradise
Now it mocks your struggle
Worked so hard to be alone
And forever lost the world you were never apart of
