The Inner changes
Reflect on others
I wish I could erase.
But maybe there is no point
if that is just something to focused on
while in reality
we are trapped
lost, and regrettably
scared.
This line that seems to drive most
Has ran out of gas
fallen short of picking me up
The ignition to my life seems burned oh so many times.
For what reason
I have yet to find
The whirlwind of disconnect
Chase my every move
As if waiting, planning my next
step
before I even set my direction.
To
Accomplish what?
I have yet
to find
and search
All I know now,
is that I
mixed between to many obstacles
find myself not
chaotic but
sleepy.
To dream away
the problems of the present
and distant future.
The easy rhythm of my head upon the pillow
But yet the fog finds me distracted
between the two
How far will I climb
How long shall I wait
These questions
know not the answers.
to uncover
the mysteries
is part of the
life.
Life is a poem 
This poem sets up a feeling of understanding that the human race – and more specifically, you and I – will never have all of the answers. You go deeper, however, into a feeling of resignation – not anger or grief, but just a sense of tiredness not often conveyed by those musing at the universe.
“All I know now,
is that I
mixed between to many obstacles
find myself not
chaotic but
sleepy.”
Well done!
Also, I love your new theme – it totally fits your personality! 😀
🙂 Thank so much. I have wanted to write for so long, and I realized I love poetry!!!! Thank you so much for helping me through my writer’s block, or whatever it was.