On in 5
drifting in an ocean of possibilities
floating through the winding essences of life
air so soft, my sails are full of lofty far-off memories
some thoughts will stay with me forever
other thoughts will just stay unpolished seeds
they will stay buried deep in the sands of the desert
never to see the dawn of light
never to mature in the fallowed land
buried ideas born to fill the space of emptiness
a shapeless discussion tarnished by cynicism
disappointments from useless thoughts emerge
dancing with madness before my chance to deliver
my speech on a ceasefire will be cut short
a victim of poor structure and a terrible anatomy