dust in the air

where do i run to when i cant think of reasons to live

to exist in flashes is draining

swirling memories that make me what i am

i've tampered them enough

wild visions i carry ... is there a reason for them

to stick out like a sore thumb i cant

to mingle in the grains of sand i cant

always lost .. always waitin for a better new

no allure is to great

no reason to live for

regent souls clashing for immortality

swirls of sodden smoke

i exist with a mind

is that why i exist ?

too many questions too less an answer

simple words that soothe

is what i look for

really out there

or a figmet .. a dust in the air ...

where do i run to when i cant think of reasons to live
to exist in flashes is draining
swirling memories that make me what i am
i've tampered them enough