Vacancy plagues the mind
No direct connection
Left out, hung to dry
It's time, It's time, It's time
It's time to fill this house with words
Feeling so very temporary
Forefront ever idle
Fake apparition holds tight
The light that it emits is growing dim
Next action is paramount
Swimming across a shallow lake
Perilous journey
Course set
Constant motion
Keelhauled body
Exhausted pushing onward
Appearing with bloodied limbs
Now noticing the state of the house
In disarray
