Stationary I Sit

Stationary I sit
My body vacantly exists
Mind afar, thoughts from it
Dancing with the stars, in turns and twists.

Peering down
On land and sea
Trying to drown out the sounds
Drowning me.

Mind scans around
For the man I can be
He can’t be found
Only surrounds are seen.

So my mind peers harder
Gazes deeper
Trying to find an outlet
Among life’s maze like features.

Searching for a path
That can be traveled easier
It’s like impossible math
That much seems clearer.

Clear and slightly daunting
A fear in me lies haunting
What I want won’t appear, leave me wanting
Though I feel it’s near, and slightly taunting.

© Daniel Breslin