A door opens, opens often,
To a dark place, full of noise.
Unfocused, uneasy, chaotic –
A territory known, yet strange.
A flicker of light.
Short-lived, like a dream,
Perpetual like one.
Questions, answers, all mismatched –
The Why with the Who,
The What with Because –
Closure, (sigh) a distant thought.
Black & White is just a sham,
Just another shallow consolation.
There is nothing like that –
There is only grey. Confusion.
Pleasant ones too,
Trigger a downward spiral,
Towards a ditch deep enough to drown.
Does this make sense to you?
Because I cannot make any.
Do you hear me screaming?
Or is the noise overwhelming?
Exasperated or plain miserable?
Too indecisive to know.
Am I doing enough or am I not?
Clueless and still, maybe I know…
This place I come to,
I’d rather forget –
‘Cause no matter how much I try,
I, almost always, fail to escape it.