Irresolute
shadows of memories
are all that is left
as I sit in my den
of discarded philosophies
and scattered dreams
an outsider looking in
upon the darker aspects
that dwell amidst the psyche.
Observing life’s function
in its final scene.
I come to a junction
where of logic there is none
and reason has no ryhme.
Regardless, life carries on.
and on.
and on…