My today has come to an end
As I wander around like one lost in the dark
My life feels as if it is spinning like a delirious drunk
I want to collapse on the floor
But the demands do not stop
My eyes grow heavy from the constant pushing
Can I give another piece of advice, another problem solved
The hallucagenic is wearing off and the reality is coming clear
The computer gives off its soft glow as my eyes are burned
The connectivity today drives me fucking crazy
Crazy you say.
Another laugh I hear through the hall, the lucidity of it all
What is so funny, why would you dare laugh
The voices are speaking, talking of nothing. Endless rambling endless conversation
Words are breath with intent
Intent is to be heard. Diluted. Disdained.
My voice has dissipated into the choir of sounds
Never quiet, never still
Welcome to my world

Redefining definement

Creating memories that shape me
The forms from which we guide our thoughts
As I ponder tomorrow and look for the guidance
I wonder who can understand me? Who can see what I only know?
Encumbered by hidden desires and dreams that I reach for
I glance back over my shoulder, to see where I have come from
As guides have come and gone, leaving their imprints upon me
The scripts have been written again, I settle not for what has been given to me
The mind rest within the chrysalis, as it changes shape once again
I see the many paths laid before me; to chose is the daily task
Choices, choices what shall I do- where will I go?
Defining moments await me, to inspire or create
The sun has crested the horizon again
Awaiting my efforts to see what fruit I may bear
The gauntlet has been tossed, the lines have been redrawn
Will my today shine brighter than my yesterdays
Will the shadows left from before, be the same tomorrow?
Will I waste the chance to change again; the clay is in my hands?
It is my power to embrace fruitless endeavors
To wallow in memories past
The pen is in my hand, to write a new chapter in this autobiography
Will there be redundant ramblings or significant findings?
When the chances have ended, when the last chapter is complete
Will the prosecution have a case of perpetual falsification?
Or…will the judge wave any case of defamation?