Living the days with cloudy eyes
Unable to see clearly the steps ahead
Standing in motion unable to move forward
The mind not as clear as crystal water streams
Thoughts racing speedily towards no where fast
Keeping my eyes open staring into the darkness
Heart thumping like the drums of a marching band
Echoing throughout the night causing my fears to deepen
Walking into the days ahead unable to see a path
Unconscionably screaming into the ears of strangers
Searching for the golden key to open the doors ahead
I fall only to crawl like infants towards the shining stars
Never denying my heart is sick with habits
Vigorous actions repeated daily to ease the pain inside
Crying pain from within held by the silence of my tongue unable to speak
I admit, if not only to myself, I am the habit of setting suns
