Straightly curved, twisting backward, I turn around.
Hearing nothing, believing the now, in a presence of time.
In a presence of space, empty space full.
Living space, burnt smoke, alarm loud, calls a siren.
Climb aboard, call out to scream.
Nothing cannot last eternity.
Never to be alive, lies.
Hold on now, be in it for the moment.
Do not turn your back for anyone or on anyone, pieces crumble, falling.
Somber smiles.
Your look on your face, a ghost of the past, the darkness in the shadow.
Drapes curtains sheets line the window, frame.
Lives lived for nobody but your own.
New perspectives, original beginnings.
Right versus wrong, double time for never.
Did you hear the news?
I just heard it today.
Maybe this will all end, or maybe it will all stay alive, but I will be dead.
A ghost, a boneless skeleton.
Hard as a rock, soft as a pillow, fluffy as a cloud.
Falling leaves from a tree branch that sways with the breeze.
Numb now, intellect frightens me, inside turns me outward.
Naked, nothing.
Freedom mocks me!
I yearn for my song but all I can seem to find is empty space.
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