Sometimes my mind is empty.
Unable to find its words.
Learned over many years yet remain unheard.
The words still elude me.
I’m sorry, once again I fail.
Alas, I cannot weave the tale.
Cloudy skies full of cotton.
Lights bright, and blinding.
Sounds disorienting and binding.
Why do they dance around me?
Dictating the pace of my stride.
Once again helpless, I simply must abide.
Constant evolution of learning.
Eyes wide open, yet beyond it all I stare.
Seeing everything, and nothing of what’s truly there.
KKF
