Sleep Walker

Mild speaks my discretion, staring through a looking glass both concealed and proud. My intentions thrust distended, bellying my finesse together strong and true.
Curiosity drips its venom marauding its anxious braun.
The distance swims in my vision exhausting my reserve of patience.
I gravitate near aghast at what I find

My scared and desolate head here stands alone…

Of late I’ve floundered.
My rise and evening fall becomes automatic, though my endurance lags.
Inside these days the sun never seems to rest, and it is I conducting this timeless scape. My eyes wander for an end or justly goal, wading in my uncertainty
Indefinitely