Random Thought

On my way home from work, on a semi packed train.

Over time as we go
with the flow,
We create and destroy.
With the cold near,
Ice forms at the very bottom.
Bottom of my heart,
My mind,
My soul.
With the wind in one direction,
It seems the only option I have is to walk away.
As always,
Like nothing can change.
As we go along with the same message,
I grew to discover...
"Listen, don't preach.
And if you preach,
Move along, so the steps you made can make a difference."
To no one.
To no one but yourself.
This can be the end,
And yet it still seems it just started.
Like always,
The start was a minute too late.
And like always,
The sun set too soon to begin the defrost.
And like always,
I'm left here to wonder about nothing but air,
Thin air
That seems to cloud the only sane judgment I have to the world.
Too foolish to say out loud,
Too scared to think about it for too long.
I got one mile to go.
On the road,
The dead end I seem to reach everytime.
I walk with my head too high,
Too low,
Switching from side to side as if straight was too extreme of any direction.
I like going nowhere.
Nowhere is home.
Where nowhere has no confusions,
No limits.
With every breath,
I'm nowhere.
With every blink,
I'm nowhere.
And with every smile,
I'm somewhere to no where...

Author's Note

Ignore any grammer problems. I wrote as if I was speaking to myself .

Reviews

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Really awesome! This is so true! We need to just be our selfs and not be judged because we are different!
Really Neat poem that you have!
Keep on writing!

C. Lee Battaglia
Please check out my story The blonde girl, and The link to reality. I think you would like them.