Isolation in crowded rooms
Self imposed rules
With no origin or destination
Cut off from the crowd
Peering into empty black
Inky glistening off tear stained lashes
Knowing that no one
Or do they
Can they will they
Questions best left unanswered
The twisting uncertainty of will over matter
The burdens magnified by their own substance
A quagmire of desperation leading only deeper
While crying so desperate with unheard whispers
The matter doesn't nor ever did it
There is no real answer
Not now maybe ever
That point long since past
Searching for solid amongst
Gelatin the illusion of substance
Only colored water that never freezes
Shifting and shimmering alluring
Rainbows distracting
Thoughts detracting
And still sitting here all alone.