making me feel like i'm perusing an empty mind
wondering what the path of least resistance
looks like
i don't believe my mind
where is it
i chase it through
hospital hallways
and
dark alleys
catching it in nets of smoke
breaking my soul open
remembering
cold
on the outside
hot inside though
somehow that only makes it worse
static melting through fog
further obscuring an already skewed vision
it's dark inside
i walk and ponder what it might mean
wondering if i'm the only one who sees
seas of miracles
fields of nightmares
only some can afford the beach
board our vessel
bored of sailing
we all peer through the brush
wishing to have the
luxury of boredom