I trip and stumble through
Daily grindings which
Tend to force some kind of subconcious
Why am I doing this?
Is my life just a string of inexplicable
Does it matter that
Can tap away all day, with my face
Pressed up against the screen, and end with black against white?
Or is it White against Black?
When will I
Twirl amongst the stars until my heart
Fills and I feel I have lived.
A Full Life.
I don't even know what that means.