7-09-07

As deep as a puddle, on a midnight stroll,

As bright as the night, when no moon shone,

My mind is nothing but a clutter;

I wander amongst my subconscious,

Exploring the vast caverns and twisting mires of me.


Watching clips of my life fly by.
Searching for answers,
but only more questions do I find...


Wondering if this is what defines me,

Dust encrusted filing cabinets of:

Memories&Dreams
Phosphorus&Brimstone
Deceptions&Disese

                                                              A scattered masterpiece,
once something so unique,

                                                              Now just a tickling explosive,
My mind a, a nervous clutter.


As I wander amongst my subconscious,
I wonder...
Is this what defines me?