“searching the world by mind, body falls in collapse”
often choices, one too many
often moments stop… for all the voices I’ll be having.
is it just the sound that fils my sometimes empty boxes
might be me inside some empty boxes
not just one of those too many
not one of the fews
finding the time and the fuel
to make time stop
… from time to time
but will it stop for when I’ll need it…
will I ever need it… most
often I’m not getting any,
not the words, or the words meanings
often, I’ll just be..
who am I being often…