Monday, March 19, 2012


I stumble through
The fog,
Which for now is my
They tell me.
What did I do
To deserve
Such a veil over my eyes?

Who is controlling
The regulator?
Who watches to
See that they
Do not press
The wrong buttons?
On a conveyor belt
Moving fast
To what end?

I want out of this frail
Human shell.
With its weakness
And over sensitive neurons.
Forever transmitting
Erroneous signals.

Ah to just sleep
And not too dream
About childhood puzzle
Pieces, that I can no
Longer assemble.