Desire

I often find myself adrift

my mind scattered in a thousand ways 

the presence of body which no longer exist 

lost in my own reflections of what is to be 

feeling the emptyness that only the sound of ink to tree can portray

unsettled in my conciousness 

no up nor down

not in or out

just lost in the waves of despair that is my passion

the will that yearns to be released

the expression of mind to realities aware

I long for so much 

yet gain so little 

the pouring out of soul turns to dust 

never to accomplish its sweet success

the want is not lifes demand 

but is the key to ones desire

so for now the outpour of self shall lay dormant 

until such a time as acquaintance of works

and sweet triumph will arise