Stationary I sit
Body totally at rest
Mind moves aimlessly

_ _ _ _

Attention lacking
I focus on nothingness
Much is now reveled

_ _ _ _

Unsettled my way
But my course never wavers
But to what ending

The past
Fades into nothingness
Meaninglessness

The years
Clouded by time
And fading memory

What's remembered
Is distant
An unrelated jumble

A piece of this
A flash of that
But real or imagined

An incomplete
An inaccurate picture
Of what was

I forget
What I should
Remember

And remember
What I fight so hard
To forget

There once was a boy name of Flynn
Who went to town for to sin
To him she looked great
So he went on a date
But his eyesight was clouded by gin

Fatigue surrounds me
It pervades my inner self
Body and soul together

summer has arrived
warming both body and soul
light renews within

There once was a girl name of June
the boys clapped when she sang them a tune
she was an old slut
with a cute little butt
and that made the little boys swoon

(yah i know, but i can't do serious forever.....sooner or later the lymerick must return)

aimless wanderings
life is an uncharted maze
hiding what must be

Memorial day weekend
A time of remembrance?
But do we
Remember?

In my youth
A day
Not as now
A weekend

But a day
Of parades
Of taps
At a graveyard

Of the reciting
Of Lincoln
Of prayers
For the fallen

But now
A Monday holiday
A 3 day weekend
But do we remember?

thick clouds hang over me
dark clouds encompass my soul
depression resides