72 Forms: mind


instead of building on this destroyed ground
i've lost most of my concentration
instead of concentrating
i build in my mind

i'm still kind of here with you all
only floating forward
with my eyes closed most of the time
waiting for this world to end

pieces from her soul
a world safe from the ghost
inside this graceless human being
shaped by the path of its choice

this is my own mind
and i righteously keep it to myself
most of the time i end up dreaming
waiting for this world to end