brief landings never fool me
my thoughts are made of tornadoes
and i know the mind will never sit still
"where the heart is"
is the name of a bullshit map
pointing in directions that do not exist
and the only truth is
lost
when i think i know where i am
it turns out to just be a dream
i wake up without bearings
no course forward
backward
or otherwise
perpetually passing through
every bastard moment
came from nothing
going nowhere
No comments:
Post a Comment