Thoughts Lost

THOUGHTS LOST I am I and I wish I wasn’t I’d much rather be real Not a thought from time to time Or a feeling one conceals From a world that is But isn’t Hope is just a phase of the moon Setting all night long Its shadows keep the scars that sleep This lamenting lullaby, sisyphus’ song A rising rock Falls down too soon Is the secret in clarity Or in being subdued Is it chasing the sun Or being pursued??? Sentences are made of words And the separating spaces It’s all scale Phone calls or faces Messages or mail But language fills the gaps regardless Sentences are made of words and the separating spaces If words are the spaces between us How hollow are we?