In the darkness,
swaying to the ticking of the clock.
Counting the seconds passing by,
tick tock, tick tock…..
Alone and to myself,
staring aimlessly towards the wall.
Racing thoughts now vanishing,
as by stamina starts to fall….
In my own sanctuary,
toiling with my whimsical ideals.
Playing a game of mental chess,
trying to mask what I feel….
In this recliner,
engulfed by the finest leather.
Asking myself too many questions,
feeling as light as a feather….
Alone in this big house,
avoiding the answers I must find.
There’s nothing more convenient,
than “using” one’s mental state of mind….