Uncertainties

I know confusion,

Well and full.

It grows like roses

In the pale moonlight.

My mind is a bubble

Constantly floating about

Perpetually seeking what can be sought

Perpetually and infinitely longing for

Answers.

I like to imagine how dead of a place it is.

How desolated it must be now that all uncertainty has penetrated its walls.

How lonely it must feel to know that every day

It grows farther away from reaching

Anything.

Such is my state of mind.

Constantly, I ask the inevitable questions

To which I know the answers

And not because I had spent hours searching for the solutions

But because uncertainties led me to act out illusions.

This is becoming overwhelming.

I am brought down by the questions

By the demands

By the expectations

That my mind feeds itself on.

Look.

It’s nine o’clock.

And it’s hungry.

Again.