Days come and days go
What it was to be in flow
In the same room, with the same cues
Hear the same rules, but with different news
A lack of knowing.
Follow a map in constant change
Deranged haze on a slower pace
Don’t worry, it will be ok
While grandma’s counting down the days;
Some fear while others rest,
Do I feel tightness in my chest?
I know right now I trust in God
Come May, still need a job
Perhaps between the lapses and gaps a reaction will enact a crack
in my lack of happening,
But it’s like I feel nothing these days.
Problems fade away, or eat away
In the silence, they get louder
Just stay busy! Take their power
Kill the doubts with shallow hope
Smoke and mirrors, drink and toke
Clawing and gnawing like boredom existed
A creature that lives, seems so persistent
NO. A lack.
Darkness the absence of light
Evil the absence of Christ
Feed into my absence
I need to feel passion
At the least, maybe feel alright.