Staring into nothingness,With wind ruffling the hair,And the incessant chatter of thoughts in the head, The creases along the hand are laid bare.
In two minds, and a soulless pursuit,With a heart that’s there and yet not,In the skin of the game I want to know nothing of,An array of possibilities, sought and dropped.
With the reflection in the mirror I can barely recognise,From what I was to what I’ve become,Treading the trajectory of those countless illusions,With every passing second, to those illusions, I succumb...