In the deadness of this barren room,
My unmerciful mind spills a thought or two
And the expressionless night keeps me alive
As I wait, debate, and hesitate
just to breathe again
...Unwilling to disrupt the stillness
confining my every move
aware that only one dull movement
holds the possibility
of extinguishing the whole of it all
to leave my unfurnished mind
aimlessly searching, yet again.
All weariness eases away
as I trace back to yesterday
Recalling every move that was made
without a glimpse of hesitation
You ease into my mind, my thoughts,
...this dream
And I must have lost what it was
that briefly seemed so much more important
And you wait
As I hesitate to breathe |