Sleep walking inside your own mind,
while running a little late?
But not running behind.
The minutes slither on by,
passing your cries.

You Scream!

It is getting more late
you remain to still cry
at such a fast gate
time passes you by

Thoughts become vacant
remain hollow inside,
incomplete and completely
out of you mind

You never mind What's
starting the cries
cause you can't decide
what to do with your life

tongue been erased and
all thoughts have been sold.
your cries are replaced,
the absence of nothing,
never gets old..................