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