Written by: Destiny Budd

Chills interrupt me
Course of thought changes
Don't understand what I see
As the whole world rearranges

I squint to get a clear look in
Which transforms with every blink
Like a seconds glance is risky sin
As sight moves from scene to scene

Moments move and muses disappear
My expectations are erased
I question if I'm at fault here
But I sense it's just misplaced

September 2010