in a cloud
misty, hazy
days go by and life seems crazy
floating through with no direction
evasive thoughts yield no protection
i think I'm searching, seeking, wanting.
or is it just my mind is wandering?
what is out there?
its hard to see.
crowded by my misery.
plot a path, follow course
ten notches port and fly due north
rise up above, theres more to see
it beats that darkness underneath.

mysterious