The End

And btw, thinking of thoughts... Let me add something I was trying to add a few days ago. I never got the chance to have a second look at it, but i guess it is complete...

Sometimes,
I think I want to write.
I want to let out something bubbling inside
But just then;
the rush vanishes...

Suddenly, I no longer can think,
what to write,
how to express,
the feelings yearning to come out...

Sometimes,
A thoughts enters my mind,
Hits a wall and disappears
Leaving a trail of mysterious blue,
Making me wonder,
Where to go
What to do..

A stillborn idea with nowhere to end,
A paper lying on the table
With smudged writing all over it,
No; I can't read anything.
Nor can you;
It is so distorted.

Mesmerized,
Hypnotized,
Confused;
It is fast becoming my nature.
I guess I am becoming one of them,
Run of the mill,
Of a system around us all.

I try to walk,
Break away from Slumber slowly shadowning me,
But I fall down
lying still
Bleeding,
Pleading.

Staring a the roof of the world;
Until it gets murkier
Little by little;
I loose sight of it,
and then,
There it is,
No Sound,
No Movement,
The End.