College Class

My head is full of empty thoughts; noises

echo lazily,

echo lazily;

Kant, Obtuse angles, Joyce, and Wars

echo lazily.

She speaks to me,

as she speaks to others,

But I don't hear those hollow words of hers.

In fact, I don't exist.

echo lazily,

echo lazily.

Gifted, Hume, journals, and clocks.

Clocks spitting slow time,

dissipating like smoke in the wind

Breaths wasted, knowledge kept,

Minds in conflict - soldiers at war.

A baby thought wanders across my mind

to find nothing to graze upon.

It soon leaves.

echo lazily

echo lazily.