It is never that easy is it?
Easier said than done, what about when it can't even be said
There are no words, only endless sentence fractures bouncing around this empty space
Every moment a lifetime and yet the days keep flashing by
Desire is overwhelming
It causes unruly actions, as one pushes all others aside to get to their desire, the plan ordained over their life
What about just aimless wandering
Or better yet, just remaining in the presence
When did your ideals become so important
And when did the poetry disappear