25 AM

I don't want the years pass by this way
Thought while motionless I lay

I woke up at 25 AM
Did I get where I had thought of then
Dazzling riches looming from afar
Sought all morning for my fortune star

Did I taint, belittle, condescend
Pose as stoic-battle-till-the-end
Puzzled, baffled, daring face awry
Fishing vainly in a pond of sky

Pointing fingers, blaming who and when
Let me murmur how it all began:
I abandoned grace's outskirts
When I fell to littering with thoughts

Dread is beating fiercely through my cells
From a conquered place where firmly dwells
Rather sickening than cheering up
Inner questioning I’d die to stop

Was I born into a swarm of flies
Or degraded minded-otherwise
Was I eager like a dumb swine
Seeking acorns by a dead pine

Boredom in paradise...

As I'm crawling, clutching at the dirt
If I founder, if I sink distraught
All the difference that my presence made
For an age of quiet I'd like to trade