Buried Intent and Will

Buried in needless sleep A personal withdrawal from time and outcomes In disconnected form The mind continues, cannot stop When striving returns to blanket nothing These dreams rear up Sideways memories unfurl Guilt of wrong, misplaced dread Are we figments of imagination zig zagging Or victims of meaningless plots in time? I dont know what to believe in these hours Gray stones take their life honestly The world never stops hurdling I am continuous in motion Waking simplicity takes shape in resolve The way a canine drowsily walks the floor Hindlegs of life never cease