Collecting Searches
I think I will collect my thoughts
And put them back inside
I'm not sure how they found an out
I hope it wasn't pride
And now I hear my only time
Explaining how to be
But I don't bother listening
Considering it is me
Falling through my weaker state
I slowly close my eyes
And find some other verity
In Poetry's reprise
I'm I'm lost again along my faults
But this time I am there
Searching for my fated sand
That blows from everywhere.
