Paroles de Lackluster

Stranded it feels
To be alone amidst plenty
And identifiably so
As forlornness floods awareness
And thoughts submerge

As i wish to wash away
This cathartic residue

And i fear these words will not be clear
Unrevealed, these thoughts of grey

In taking this brief moment
To collect these scattered thoughts
And harbor their trailing dreams
I fear this is the end of the counterweight

And i fear these words will not be clear
Unrevealed, these thoughts of grey