My eyes rode along this passage
As I failed to relay this message
I never do stop to think
When I know impulse is a bliss
And every time I breathe, somethings' amiss.

I hold my hands in a prayer
Hoping to meet the maker.
As it falls following the days
I lie down soaking the rays of disgrace.

I turned my head to find it there
I looked again and nothings' there.
A vision that crushes the mind
You feel the cranium retry.
Retry piecing thoughts together again.

It's funny how much I'm reminding myself
Of these foolish acts and thoughts.
They make me quiver.
All I will ever be is in a standstill.
What a pathetic waste of time.

Reflections@11:57 PM