Catatonic Happenstance

I need to search to find my words

Half times when I am aching.

To say exactly how I feel

Amid a heart that’s breaking.

I try and try to gain perfection

For my mind’s unrest.

The game of life, an odd infection,

Showing me a constant jest.

I reach for stars and miss the moon

As I plummet, wild, through space.

I scratch and tear at shooting stars

And hope I’ll find my grace.

The past is past. The future’s far.

It’s now that I must worry.

I cannot change what happened, happens

For here is where I hurry.

I cannot tell what futures bring

Or if fairy tales come true.

I know not up from down today.

I only sing the blue.