The grass breathes as the wind increases
And so I lay, on broken pieces
Waiting to inhale
And exhale, so broken
For through my thought, no words are spoken
I stay home, to forget
I leave without regret
And so, the stage is set
I cannot steer
Alive without fear
Dying seems near
I don’t know if my time is ending or beginning
I am empty with scattered thoughts that overlap
Leaving me with nothing, but a reflection caught in my mind
I wish I knew the day
I am lost in this rhetorical time
