Busy Mind

Dizziness caused by thoughts of what could be.

 Bright clouds on starless nights, pouring smiling rain and untold dreams.

 Blind faith baring blood shot eyes, healing bones, roting flesh, and pressed black hair.

 Dead waves, breathing life to dry skies.

 What causes chaos in the hoping mind of a dreaming man?

 What creates torment in a pure soul?

Erases the drive to move forward in life and forces even the strongest will to subside?

Is it the delusion of post happiness brought forth by wish full thinking?

Is it the bond carried on the wind between two like minds?

Is it past events still riping at the spine of an at the moment weakened mind?

Maybe it's all randomness caused by some trauma from what seems like a past life.

Memories forced onto a plain that was thought to be so high, close to heaven and unable to be seen.

Sometimes things can't be explained by words, and pictures.
At times actions aren't recognized for what they really stand for.
Dream are never really what they seem.
Unseen reflections in a timeless mirror, hanging on a never ending wall.
Black lights in a fully lite room with no ceilings, corners or colors.
If life was supposed to make sense then why do our minds run busy, and all birds sing songs?
Why won't my eyes stop bleeding and hope finally come home?
Why does this one thought dent my lips in the same shape as the bottom of a thong?
And why is it when my mind is busy only one word graces my tongue........




Tray Wiggins