I often wonder how it goes
when people say too many things,
I feel this slow and hollow pain,
with no knowledge and no trace.
And there is that road that walks away,
how pleasantly the day goes.
Yet those dreams are torn away,
with the slightest nods of thought.
I wonder if I can hold on any longer,
maybe not says the heart,
as I wait for the mind to speak.
Threads of thought stay broken still,
my will I wish would stay unbroken.
Still savouring I am left overs of my spirit,
Crying over words yet unspoken.