The Struggle of an Absent mind
A black hole consumes me aimlessly I’m falling into darkness, no its not a dream, conscious I’m wide awake casting down into demise no wind beneath my wings, no memoir or recollective life scene’s, no inner thoughts, laughter or joy, its seems all I feel is my body sowing moving faster than lightning speed & all I can hope for is... I hope for nothing... how can I hope when I don’t dream, seek or believe... In the wilderness how is a man’s voice heard if he doesn’t scream or better yet plan out an alternate route to set himself free, born poverty stricken isolated inside my own mind with no hopes for tomorrow I’ve become but another statistic to the sayin’, blind leadin the blind a hollow image thereof…The struggle of an absent mind.
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