Dreaming of this life…

There should be a guitar

An avalanche of ideas

Some intellectual merit

Giving meaning to existence

At least meaning to ours

By and by we sit and think

Eternally falling and reborn

There instead lies…

Electric misfortune

Intellect never expressed

Life unfulfilled and greased

Got to have more than that

After so long of simply

Being

Can’t there be deepness

Ethereal, poetic or otherwise

Something to get me through

Turmoil in my mind

Uneasy whirlwind heartbeats

Dreaming of another life

Another place

The other road in the wood

Not the one I took

I long to be somewhere far

And there’s no one to catch me

If I choose to fall

Ground into dust

There’s no one to support me

Myself, my ambitions

Empty notions of an empty mind