There is dust all over my thoughts!
Cobwebs too...

This makes no sense at all, just a copy paste...

Looking out of the window of my mind,
I see what is done...

Life’s a series of crossroads!
Foot of the mountain stuff until my end...

My dreams prick like a needle in the groin.
Phallus! now dangles like the ash on a spent...

Looking were the shadows fall,
Seeing the proof that I exist...

There are these buried questions within!
The sub concision has its’s own reality...

Finding my path in my twilight zone.
Where light and darkness cohabitate...

Without telltale signs of me clinging to my...
Regret fantasy and desire laid bare...

The potential of a blossom on a tree
Resonates with me...

when I walk around I know I am not the only one
to see what is happening in real time...

The dilemma before me is intense.
What is the space between the grains...