Absence

From what you tell Could be, seems to all go silently swell slow moving, yet choppy who needs to know when you drive your consciousness under that well Its gone, or absent, lingering From past effects and hidden unresolved defects which the soul refuses to call home Vanishes yet holds to the ground deeper than any emotion Prying, crying for sanity Yet, do you know? Only the sane have true knowledge of reality, only amplified. Distorted. Does it make it wrong? Sometimes, but create your depth for a purpose and execute it back into your mantra your soul no longer walks alone. Drive on home.