At Night in the Quiet

there’s confusion cutting short

many things i wish to say

but there’s no one here

to lend an ear

so i’ll speak no words today

in the frequency of change

i will try to decide my mind

but when i lose the plot

and then cannot

i will not beg rewind

the mythical the proverbial

coming to

but with nothing as yet i agree

and however it goes

nobody knows

it will have to carry on without me

the fog of activity fades

and at night quiet i listen

but thought will concede

and i therefore believe

no answer shall ever be given

reality is a mirror

but it is not faced before my eyes

i’ve gone for a ride

around the outside

to author an oeuvre of lies