Sit among the weeds
Sit among the weeds
Watch the actions
Passers by
you mean nothing to me
You’re the one who makes me trip
The only thing I can change
Introvert
Becoming
Soon to be overwhelming
This sensation has begun
And to this obsession I will convert
For where is my life
And why can=t I make any decisions
My mind is mush in a bole (covered in resin)
There is no difference between
me and nothing
There I am standing
Not there but maybe over there
Blind
Deaf
Full of life
But with out purpose
or direction
I foresee my future
There is vast space
and endless wishes
But there is no end.