Sometimes I want to feel
Things a great deal.
Other times I want to be
Completely empty and free.
Bashful and clashing, my thoughts spin in my head
But once they collide, it’s like everything’s dead.
Everything stops, I’m stagnant and still
Eyes so blank, my gears are run down mills.
My eyes roll over, to a spot on the wall
The inside of my head, a vacant hall.
Then a noise comes along, replacing the waves
The kind you hear in a scary movie craze.
The kind we recognize, but can never explain
The kind that keeps a buzz, in your lonesome little brain.
A tear is pulled down the bridge of my nose
Every few inches, stopping to pose.
I’m completely suspended, in both time and space
Physics does not keep up with my pace.
A delicate system, it truly is
To draft the emptiest and saddest bliss.