I walk in circles, confused.
Others are clear at heart.
Some rise as stepping stones,
others stay back at the start.

What flavour is tomorrow?
What tension will be today?
Which path will be walked?
What memories yesterday? .

The seasons change, as always.
The sun and moon dance games.
Each day is another forsaking,
everyday is one and the same.

I cry in teardrops, hurt.
Others seem to have no heart.
Like a child I creep and growl
afraid to move or to start.

A hand reaches out for me,
but it is late, cannot sleep.
It fails to touch my wounds,
which are dank and deep.

I am not here, far away,
in another land and place.
I create my own divisions,
and as such, my own space.

On my bed falls sunlight.
Shines as gold as can be.
In my heart only moonlight,
and that is all I can see.

My faith is shattered.
I have nothing to believe.
Voices may come and call,
as such, I only grieve.

Sometimes the mist comes.
It is circling my intentions.
Passions only lie dormant,
no answers to my questions.

I hear the sound of birds,
between my sighs and pain.
They twitter on the trees
and call me to be one again.

I run in circles, lost.
Hating myself in disgrace.
Here I am, left all alone.
Let no one see my face.

My voice is in the air.
Call out to running waters.
Other follows along behind.
I can't even be bothered.

Sleep is my one escape.
To forget myself in this way.
And so to sleep I go,
no thoughts of yesterday..