Listening to the air around me,
I gaze upon the space between
Nothing and something,
Unsure of what to make of it.
Virtual escapism and coherent noise
Are my only vices – so far.
The day I become stagnant
Will be the moment I forget everything.
Cohesion of thought, a stream if you will
Has combined with the creative muse,
Testing my resolve, my commitment –
I must finish what I started