An infinite stream of meaningless steam
Escapes from my head as a word, as a dream.
To bottle up souls in this search for control,
I sacrifice time till I exit my hole.
Alone is a word with a tinge of absurd,
And it feels like the Sun must feel to distant worlds.
Broken up or held strong,
I'll be silent and wrong.
The cobble stone path meets your steps with a laugh,
And this old sandy shore waits without a Seraph;
I'll fight against time without reason or rhyme,
For futility springs from challenges divine.