yeah,perhaps its that way
when every chase
ends up searching
for futility
tried so hard
to keep track of that mind
that drifted away
leaving behind this insanity
so difficult to erase
when every way through
ends in serrated edges
where reasoning is of little use
but perhaps still worth a try
burying myself
in this grave of complexities
inviting impulses of happiness
in trains of haluccinations
but still when
silent cemeteries
and boyhood smiles
fuse inconspicuously
i can still realise
the feeling of being
far from reality
before the final spark
leaves behind the darkness
of exhaustion....
