Clouds Rolling

Don’t think about anything

It can’t be because of the mental fugue

Silently wondering when the shadows will pass

Can’t decide which way the winds blowing

Only knowing that everything moves back and forth

Not knowing if it’s even moving, to be honest

Nevermind, thinking about it doesn’t help

Eject one tape and slide in the next

Can’t focus on the film that must be moving

There’s got to be a reason for this feeling.


Found this sitting around in my folders.