Senseless
Sometimes these days seem longer than our trips to the moon,
But without this journey alone,
I would not crave you so,
As the daunting sky settles within the depths of my restless mind,
I ponder clouded judgment,
Seeking a way from this confusion,
Trying to find the horizon horizontal to this shattered earth,
Like many of time before-have i failed?
. . . . And the only thing that makes anymore is that nothing makes sense. . .
(2009)
