Gibberish

GIBBERISH Here I go again, laying my head on the line, how drowl As I rummage around for any last bits of my sorry soul With the now vacant space my thoughts can roam free But, no one is listening, so with silence, I cannot agree Are not my thoughts not just voices, so I am not alone The walls of my mind become a vast screen of my own With the past and present flashing by, so future comes Time have I to deliberate to the messages it succumbs Each one of us, on our own path, chosen, or otherwise Others amongst us, living their life under fake disguise Does history repeat itself; yes, of that you can be sure Will we ever learn, I am afraid for that there is no cure Thoughts here, within my own self-made private space As I'm severed from time, I can loiter at my own grace This feeling of serenity is me as without contamination All the facts before me without any missed information Also, to see a life disregarding all the wrong diversions But there is no pain, or anger, I forward my excursions As I know I will return to this path of life all over again When this time more knowledgeable of life's new reign These grey walls around me as allude nothing from me We can never change our fated lives unless we can see Indiana Shaw . . .